Clean sound. Clear sound. Sound that is imminently present. This is the best listening experience I’ve ever had, and I can be very picky about audio fidelity. With computer speakers and cheap in home speakers (I got rid of my audiophile speakers many years ago: too big, too heavy.) I had given in to poor, mushy, non-defined sound that just existed out there somewhere and never excited.
I make it a personal policy to work very hard not to swear like a sailor on my blog. At times this self-imposed policy is very hard for me. The first part of this post, especially, is one such moment: Militarization of public schools.
I thought of our nation’s social studies teachers when I saw this excellent video on the civic responsibility we have to teach social studies as the study of power. It’s an interesting take on middle and high school education, at the very least.
The DuckDuckGo search engine does not track users. It makes no effort to send you the results it thinks you want after studying your search patterns. It makes no effort to send you search results based on corporate payment. It does provide search results that include images, news, places, and can even be restricted to search thousands of selectable sites.
Religious people who neglect God’s summons to care for the poor are not the people of God at all. God rejects their worship. Strong words from the Bible?!
Open Web? Did you know that when you use your Facebook account as your login credentials to another web service, you are providing that web service with all of this information about you and all of your friends?
My latest binge watching obsession has been Mad Man. I’ve heard about for years, but I had no interest in it as a live broadcast. Besides, I had missed the first 400 episodes. But on Netflix, I could start with season 1, and I did.
I just have a huge problem with enormous, billion dollar corporations making a small number of people insanely wealthy off of me and you. We have become their digital slaves! I have a right to be left alone—a right to privacy, and I am going to exert that right.
My name, Tim Tyson, is more common than I would have thought, especially since I rarely meet anyone named “Tim.” But there are several Tim Tysons, and recently I learned of another. In the digital era, things swirling around name can easily get confused.
As David was leaving, and we were saying our goodbyes, probably for the last time, unprompted he said the most curious thing. Not only was what he said interesting to me, but I was struck by the sincerity and slow, somber reflection in how he said it.