Reboot

In my WordPress admin, the metadata for my “About” page implies that I started this blog seven years ago. I wrote a couple of posts and stopped. The blog was meant as a way to keep in touch with my family, who moved from our longtime home in Seattle to the Phoenix area. I couldn’t get them to read it and so now I just write them a card every Sunday and drop it in the postbox on my way to work on Monday. Problem solved.

Since then, I’ve been busy. My young daughter (whose infancy coincided with the original incarnation of the blog) required a lot of attention. I went back to work when she was a year old, my personal resources were stretched, I had a lot of personal ups and downs and they didn’t seem like things I wanted to publish or even tell my mother. So the blog died.

I have no shame in rebooting the blog (look at how the movie industry is trending right now: the reboot is so fashionable). I rebooted it several months ago, but life got in the way and I got out of the rhythm of my life, which is a delicate balance anyway.

Then, still out of balance in late May, I literally lost my balance, fell while trying to plug a laptop in and dislocated my right shoulder. It takes a minute to pop it back in, but six to twelve months to truly heal. Foremost, I lost the ability to merely care for myself: from getting in and out of my clothes to getting anything to eat to driving. Sadly, I lost my ability to type for several weeks (it still hurts unless my arm is supported properly) and I became

If you happen to come along and find it, you’re welcome to it. If you find something you like or that amuses you or that you find achingly familiar, then I’m happy that I’ve written something that has connected with you. I will try to categorize well, keeping my family stuff from my work stuff from my novel writing stuff. If you don’t like it, don’t worry: not everyone likes the same things, and that’s okay.

2 gripes related only by the fact that they involve the internet

Gripe 1:

I just reopened my Facebook account after six years in order to monitor my 13 y.o. (and I keep forgetting to stalk him on Instagram, darn). At first, I was logged in like I’d never left–on a machine that didn’t exist six years ago, no less. Then I hit a wall. And I had to log in. With a password from six years ago. Needless to say, I was suddenly plunged into “reset password hell.” Part of it is that I don’t trust Facebook and it flusters me. Part of that is that…I hate resetting passwords.

Then I thought, “I should probably download Facebook to my phone.” Which means I have to reset my AppleID password because I never remember my AppleID password. What makes it worse is that my husband set up my Apple account with an email alias I don’t use. So it makes it even harder because it claims it doesn’t know who I am until I remember I am who I’m not. And then I have to come up with a password so complex that it’s a crap shoot whether I’ll ever be able to type it in on the phone’s keyboard.

(Note: I realize, of course, that 13 y.o.s don’t actually use Facebook except perhaps to wish Grandma a happy birthday (if they’re unusually thoughtful), but I mean to keep it that way by having my Eye of Sauron on his account.)

Conclusion: Passwords must die. Or just make resetting it simpler and automatic.

Gripe 2:

I spent a couple hours on the internet today, searching around for js packages to potentially include in my front-end stack for my side project. Some of the documentation and blog posts I read were good (React had a great page that made it really click for me), some of it was mediocre, some of it was pure puffery, and some of it was stultifying pontification. Kind of like a cross-section of real life.

What I hated was that a lot of it was REALLY HUGE. As in: the LETTERS AND HEADERS WERE VERY VERY LARGE. What is this trend? Thank goodness I’ve got a relatively small screen at work, or else my retinas might have been damaged by the sheer invasiveness of the letters, some of which are quite pointy. I confess, I’ve increased the font size in my report tables lately because my project manager uses reading glasses these days. But font sizes up in the 80’s or 120 or something? If I’m that hard-of-seeing, there’s a zoom button for that. If my fabulous PM can rock the zoom, others can too.

Conclusion: GIGANTISM should not be the central theme of your blog design.

Bonus gripe:

WordPress’s dictionary is too small.