So many memorials today. Dad, Laurie, too many friends. I love you all and miss you dearly.

We’re watching “Blade Runner 2049” and it’s off-puttingly unrealistic. They’d never issue that many building permits in California.

St. Louis ribs, cooked for 20 minutes in an Instant Pot then basted and baked for 10 minutes.

A cookie sheet loaded with enormous racks of ribs, thick with dark red barbecue sauce.

The cats are making an 80s alt rock album cover.

2 cats are sitting on a bedroom floor, facing away from the camera. One is looking back over his shoulder.

Little Snitch 6 came out yesterday with many quality of life improvements.

It’s always the first app I install on a new Mac. New versions are no-brainer upgrades for me. I still wish it had a way to sync rulesets between Macs so that I don’t have to train each one independently.

There’s a certain Apple ecosystem notetaking app I heard of from a paid blog post. I downloaded it; it was fine, but not my thing. Today I saw there’s a new version with a new name, and still very few App Store reviews. I googled for it and saw they issued a press release for the renaming.

I’m kinda curious how their focus on PR will work out. Will it keep it on people’s minds until they buy it? It’s not a small-app strategy I recall seeing before.

Adding AI the right way

Three of my favorite tools, BBEdit, Drafts, and iTerm, have added support for ChatGPT-style AI interactions. They’ve each done it in ways that respect me and my wishes. Their AI add-ons are standalone features off to the side. If I want to use the features, they’re there. If I don’t want to, I don’t launch them. None of my existing workflows have changed one iota: the AI is an addition, not a change.

This is how all tools should add AI features. I enjoy experimenting with AI tools to check out the current state of things. I’m not allergic to them and I don’t try to avoid them. It’s more that I have no interest in building my daily processes to depend on having them.

In which I try frying turnips for the first time.

A cast iron skillet is lined with a layer of 1/2” cubed turnips, glistening in olive oil.

I seriously love Oakland. It’s my kinda grimy.

A bunch of stickers on a service box. One has anime characters: one saying "trans rights!" and another saying "hell yeah!" A second sticker is for a psychedelic mushroom delivery.

I set my pillows on the floor to make the bed. Keeva had burrowed in by the time I got back around to that side. I didn’t have the heart to move her. Within moments she was snoring away.

A Boston terrier is burrowed in between several large, colorful pillows.The same Boston terrier is curled up and sleeping in the same spot.