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Cake day: July 1st, 2023

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  • I can relate. I have been in tech for about 30 years now and have never been less interested in it. I used to love learning and implementing new things, and now I’d rather not. I think part of it is the changing landscape for tech but a lot of it is just me. I’m not really playing video games anymore, don’t read the tech-based posts on Lemmy or videos on any of the creator platforms. I don’t care about upgrading my devices, it just seems like a waste of money to drop $1000 on an incremental upgrade and AI that I don’t want.

    Part of it is that I’ve just reached an age where I’m starting to think about what I have done, what I haven’t done and what I’m going to leave behind and what I’m leaving behind is game consoles and a collection of cables that I’ll never use. So, I’ve decided to move on. I’m volunteering at a local living history museum where we are restoring the waterway of a late 1700s grist and woolen mill, rebuilding and preserving something that the community can enjoy long after I’m gone. I’m also learning how to make things. I’m learning woodworking to start making shaker-style furniture and how to process wool and crochet. I’m crocheting a nice wool blanket for my wife so she has something tangible to remember me by if I’m lucky enough to go first. What woodworking tools I don’t have, I’m making. I’ve made a mallet, marking gauge, shooting board, and am just finishing a turning saw that I can use now and will still be usable to someone else long after I’m gone.

    Anyways, to close out this ramble, take a step back from tech and think about legacy. Tech is just a tool and it’s rare that it will allow you leave behind anything lasting. It’s frustrating and lonely and it’s only getting worse. Get out and do something for your community or make something for your loved ones. Find the ability to take personal satisfaction in doing instead of consuming. You’ll be happier.
















  • When I was very young, maybe 7 or 8, my parents took me to Rancocas Nature center in Westhampton, NJ. There was a jar full of tiny, rubber dinosaur figurines in bright neon colors because it was the 80s. I asked my parents if I could get one, but they said no (we had very little money). Well, the ranger manning the shop held up a little orange ankylosaurus and said if I could name it, I could keep it. Well, grade school me was like, “Game on, motherfucker! It’s my time to shine!” I wound up winning 4 of them before the ranger said he might get in trouble if we kept on going. I don’t remember what the other three were, but that neon orange ankylosaurus was my favorite toy for a very long time!

    I hope that ranger is having a great life!