“All the world’s a stage,” wrote William Shakespeare. (“Gawd, he’s starting like this? It’s gonna be a long one….”)

Or, to oversimplify, we all play our roles in life as the play progresses. I’d like to take that a bit further. These roles, or, as I extend the metaphor to an existential level, masks, are how we perceive and are perceived by others. Others never truly know us as we know ourselves. So the stage of life is set in the style of the ancient Greeks.

I have no idea how many visitors I get on this website. I don’t know who reads my posts. I don’t know if anyone sees these.

And you know what? I don’t care. I’d rather respect your privacy and anonymity.

Also, comments? Yeah, let’s not.

So enjoy this site. Or don’t. I really don’t want to hear about it either way. (Unless I specifically ask, I suppose.)

If you care about what I’m talking about here then this bud’s for you, babe. If, on the other hand, you don’t care why websites track you, well… I dunno, then. They say education’s a “silver bullet.” I hope you enjoy being the product.

Okay, so I’m a software engineer and one of my pastimes is keeping an ear open to various Boulder County public safety dispatch channels (that’s what saved my butt back in December 2021). I’ve been working on a system for myself to do computer transcriptions of these dispatch channels just so I can get alerted when they say certain keywords., e.g., if they mention my kids’ schools. But relying on computers to interpret radio traffic is iffy at best.

Where do you live relative to the ball? Are you always behind the ball, reacting to what’s happening, not anticipating where the ball will go? Or are you ahead of it, getting out of the way, forging ahead? Balls are pretty predictable once you understand them. But if you’re always following them you will not be able to see your own path as clearly.

I wrote these lyrics while falling asleep and I haven’t looked at them since, so I thought I’d share them in case anyone wanted to turn them into a song.

Here’s the thing, Comcast, and listen up: I want my PDF billing statement in my email. If you make me click on a link, authenticate with two factors, select the account, select the billing statement, and save it to disk, it saves me no effort vs opening an envelope and scanning a piece of paper. In fact, it’s worse, because I can’t reliably automate your stupid paperless billing process enough to integrate it into my workflow.

I need a refill on a prescription. This is the procedure.

Our camera spotted a bobcat on the prowl last night.