The Jester Courts

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May 2010

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Dude, WTF?

Tumblr seems like a slower, dumber version of Other Blog Pages (tm). Control of the Dashboard interface is frustrating and seems arbitrary, Most posts can’t be replied to without reblogging the whole thing, and I couldn’t edit OR delete a reply I made just now.

That said, it is remarkably easy here to throw up something distantly similar to what one wants to do.

I, as a Computer Dude from Days Of Yore (i.e. I had access to basic, or rather BASIC, programming resources even back before MS-DOS was considered hot shit) am used to Control. An interface is allowed to be as persnickety and frustrating as it likes, so long as one is actually allowed to alter things to one’s hearts content.

The Ikea/Mac model is supposedly to give the user fewer choices, so long as they are fairly popular choices. That is, allow people to pick three or four popular styles, serving 90% of the population, and everyone else just has to cope.  This is decried by some who claim to want more flexibility, and hailed by some who want to shovel more units out the door, but it is not usually ACTUALLY what’s going on.

I have (and love) a Mac. Had a succession of of them, dating back to the early 90’s. People in one or another sector of the holy wars which seem to be a permanent feature of computer culture might think that puts me on the side of Tumblr’s clean but questionably utile interface.

But here’s the thing: Apple’s OSes, dating back to VERY early public access to the mouse, allow the user access to Control if he wants it - if he wants to dig around and scrounge lower level access, it’s there. Apple is good at Getting Out Of The User’s Way, but if the user wants to geek out in the guts of his OS, he can with a little searching find the actual levers of control.

Microsoft, seizing on this supposed lack of control, for years threw up editing options for every object the user interacted with, every chance it got. The sense of control was palpable, if overblown.  Don’t get me wrong, a Windows poweruser has always had the ability to tweak to his heart’s content…not usually in the much-publicized editing drop-downs, but in nondescript preferences files scattered willy-nilly around the filetree.

The actual dichotomy is how many controls a beginning user has pointed out to him - more switches being held to be more libertarian though not as user-friendly, and fewer switches being held to be more happy-friendly, though perhaps a tad saccharine.

Tumblr’s approach seems to cleave closer to to the actual ideal of fewer choices, all easily visible. The problem is that I’m almost never in that 90%. I’m a bit OCD perhaps, but I want all the power all the time, and I’m willing to do more tweaking on fewer posts, so long as I’m afforded that Control.

I do very little on LJ anymore, for example, but when I do, even my simpler replies are often link-heavy, or have tweaked graphics… which seem to be very easy to do on Tumblr, so long as one does things Tumblr’s way. Which bugs the CRAP out of me. :/

May 30, 2010
Really, God? Brittany Murphy's Husband, Art Linkletter, and Gary Coleman? Is that the best you can do?

aclkwrkstarfish:

(via iamnotdiddy)

Yeah, that’s right. up the ante with God by CHALLENGING her. Brilliant.

May 28, 201026 notes
Sarkastickunt: I do NOT believe in monogamy. → sarkastickunt.tumblr.com

When I was younger, I was deluded into thinking that happily ever after with your “one and only” Prince Charming was a real thing.

I learned the hard way that fairy tales are often bullshit.

I was lied to and cheated on and betrayed.

Don’t feel bad for me just yet. I am not a poor, hapless…

OMFG, you have NO idea….

http://www.xeromag.com/fvpoly.html

http://polyweekly.libsyn.com/

http://www.polyfamilies.com/

http://community.livejournal.com/polyamory/

http://polyinthemedia.blogspot.com/

Not that I think everyone could or should go marching in the streets necessarily, but if you want to join us, we’d be glad to have you.

May 27, 201053 notes
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Your Mom's Balls: In 2007 I read this letter and response in Carolyn Hax’s Washington... → apricotica.tumblr.com

In 2007 I read this letter and response in Carolyn Hax’s Washington Post advice column, and it really resonated with me.  I’m just going to repost it below in its entirety because it’s so awesome. 

Carolyn:

Best friend has child. Her: exhausted, busy, no time for self, no time for me, etc. Me (no kids): Wow. Sorry. What’d you do today? Her: Park, play group …

Okay. I’ve done Internet searches, I’ve talked to parents. I don’t get it. What do stay-at-home moms do all day? Please no lists of library, grocery store, dry cleaners … I do all those things, too, and I don’t do them EVERY DAY. I guess what I’m asking is: What is a typical day and why don’t moms have time for a call or e-mail? I work and am away from home nine hours a day (plus a few late work events) and I manage to get it all done. I’m feeling like the kid is an excuse to relax and enjoy — not a bad thing at all — but if so, why won’t my friend tell me the truth? Is this a peeing contest (“My life is so much harder than yours”)? What’s the deal? I’ve got friends with and without kids and all us child-free folks get the same story and have the same questions.

Tacoma, Wash.


Relax and enjoy. You’re funny.

Or you’re lying about having friends with kids.

Or you’re taking them at their word that they actually have kids, because you haven’t personally been in the same room with them.

Internet searches?

I keep wavering between giving you a straight answer and giving my forehead some keyboard. To claim you want to understand, while in the same breath implying that the only logical conclusions are that your mom-friends are either lying or competing with you, is disingenuous indeed.

So, since it’s validation you seem to want, the real answer is what you get. In list form. When you have young kids, your typical day is: constant attention, from getting them out of bed, fed, clean, dressed; to keeping them out of harm’s way; to answering their coos, cries, questions; to having two arms and carrying one kid, one set of car keys, and supplies for even the quickest trips, including the latest-to-be-declared-essential piece of molded plastic gear; to keeping them from unshelving books at the library; to enforcing rest times; to staying one step ahead of them lest they get too hungry, tired or bored, any one of which produces the kind of checkout-line screaming that gets the checkout line shaking its head.

It’s needing 45 minutes to do what takes others 15.

It’s constant vigilance, constant touch, constant use of your voice, constant relegation of your needs to the second tier.

It’s constant scrutiny and second-guessing from family and friends, well-meaning and otherwise. It’s resisting constant temptation to seek short-term relief at everyone’s long-term expense.

It’s doing all this while concurrently teaching virtually everything — language, manners, safety, resourcefulness, discipline, curiosity, creativity. Empathy. Everything.

It’s also a choice, yes. And a joy. But if you spent all day, every day, with this brand of joy, and then, when you got your first 10 minutes to yourself, wanted to be alone with your thoughts instead of calling a good friend, a good friend wouldn’t judge you, complain about you to mutual friends, or marvel how much more productively she uses her time. Either make a sincere effort to understand or keep your snit to yourself.

I does resonate, but if anything, I think this understates the case. unlike what a single non-parent hears when you say “constant attention”; something like driving, or sitting in a meeting with other adults.

Baby-raising isn’t (usually) like watching the road while driving, where most of the time you can just run on autopilot, and if you’re a single non-parent you’ve usually slept last night and have all your faculties available.

It’s similar to (and sometimes is) driving while parsing the speech of someone who speaks a barely recognizable version of ANY human language, while that person is alternately making up nonsense you’re not expected to understand and screeching at earbleeding volumes about some disappointment they can’t even explain, and are trying to communicate while throwing things at your head (remember, you’re driving at this point) and attempting to swallow something dangerous behind your back and hiding it and/or lying about it, so you have to dig it out of their throat by imagining what their throat looks like, and their face, and the object they have NOT described to you and you couldn’t see if you were looking (because it’s IN their mouth, of course), and doing all of that on a year’s worth of four-hour long nights, and after nerves frazzled by MULTIPLE years of just this kind of stress.

She only hints that even when you’re not in imminent danger of driving into a light-pole, you have to know what this incoherent, capricious, ALIEN person is saying at all times well enough to know when they are ABOUT to think of something dangerous/destructive/sociopathic, and head them off at the pass. by distracting them from something they haven’t even thought of yet.

She doesn’t mention that planning someone else’s behaviour to this extent requires that you keep a database of EVERY SINGLE THING they’ve done or said about every object in the room, and every character in every movie/show/book they’ve ever seen has done with said objects. which basically means like 2/3 of your (frazzled, stressed, sleep-deprived) mind is taken up by a model of their ENTIRE BRAIN.  Oh, and did I mention their personality undergoes a major shift every 3-6 months, requiring you reassess every single assumption you thought you could depend on?

Her post, while clearly in the right vein, fails to mention things like the fact that they can wake up (VERY early) in the morning, running in circles (often as not with the express purpose of breaking every rule you have set them) at basically a clip specifically chosen to keep them JUST out of arm’s reach long enough to set fire to the cat AGAIN. …And they will continue such tricks until you strap them into bed kicking and screaming.  You do this just to get a spare moment for YOU to rest, knowing full well that you are giving them time to build a second wind for when the running resumes…

Kindergarten is the best invention for stress-reduction ever invented. And people who don’t know why should be sentenced to teaching it.

May 7, 201023 notes
Tumblr Confession

apricotica:

And this one’s not even a little cute, so you can unfollow my ass if you need to. 

I don’t give to charities in order to feel good about myself or because I actually think my $20-$50 will help.  I do it because I care about the individual who’s asking me for assistance in raising money.  And for me to care about an individual I have to have some reason to think they care about me.  I’m small-minded that way.  I only look after my own. 

Meh. honesty is a virtue. you just say what others feel.

May 7, 201027 notes
Some Such Nonsense: I’m not one to get into political bullshit, mostly because I don’t... → aclkwrkstarfish.tumblr.com

I’m not one to get into political bullshit, mostly because I don’t care, secondly because I have far more important things to worry about. Internal struggles are leaps ahead of who is killing who in the news. Self absorbed much? Probably. I’m out to maintain my own happiness and the happiness of…

She’s not my favorite person, but every so often the Mother-in-law can turn a phrase.

She is at least 50% Cherokee (HER mother is full-blood, but we don’t know who her father is. Since they lived on the rez, it is likely that the MIL is at least 75%)

She spoke only Cherokee until age 7. Once, after moving to California (and learning English), she was in a job interview and was told her application would get special treatment because she spoke what the interviewer called “a foreign language”…

Her response was simply “I don’t speak a foreign language. YOU speak a foreign language.”

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