(Social) Media Shabbat


Friday night dinner,  scattered and smothered. See ya tomorrow night with a whole new set of complaints.  On second thought, they’ll probably just be new iterations of old ones . IMG_0274

Most Popular Posts of the Month


March saw record-setting traffic on the Meta-Bug. That means I found a few more cousins to visit. The editorial staff and Genius Mutt thank you.

These were the most popular posts of the month:

1. On fatherhood and divorce

2. On fatherhood and divorce

3. On politics and uncivil discourse on the internet

4. On politics and whether our decline is reversible

Mac Photos vs iPhoto: Has Anyone Else Noticed That Using Pictures Has Become More Difficult?


I had intended to make my best post ever this evening, but instead I got caught up in that endless annoying loop when you try to solve a computer problem but everything just keeps getting worse.

Is it just me, or has using photos and sharing them between your iPhone and computer become excruciatingly more of a pain in the ass? Is iCloud missing some photos, inexplicably? When you go to post a picture to your blog or a website is it harder to locate? Do you find yourself having to go through more steps to get a picture from one place to another?

How many ways can there be to have a photo album? Is the organization of pictures such a complicated thing that it will be necessary for Apple to constantly tweak a process that was far better than adequate? Do we have to spend time relearning to do the basic stuff, thereby taking time away from learning more powerful uses for computers, or just having more free time to develop products that help the Drumpf supporters treat the wounds they get from their knuckles dragging on the ground (we are nothing, if not compassionate)?

Today, a Pseudonym-ed Commenter Told Me to ‘Go to Hell’


The comment was in response to my last post, where I said that #45 had bugged the phones of anyone who ever tweeted ‘#notmypresident’, and then snidely remarked that there is no way anyone can disprove it. It’s the laziest and most obnoxious form of argument in the world (that was my point), because it’s impossible to disprove a negative.

The post was in response to #45’s completely unsupportable and absurd tweet that Trump Tower was bugged by the Obama administration. The tweet appears to be more a child’s lashing out than a well-founded accusation based on evidence.

Someone on WordPress found the post, and told me, simply, to go to hell.

I have to admit I was, and am still disturbed by this. A total stranger, someone who knows neither me nor my friends and family, wishes me dead, ostensibly for having a strong opinion that he or she doesn’t like. Hardly anybody reads this third-rate blog. It serves mostly as what I think of as my Walt Whitman space, but far less eloquent, poorly reasoned, and if it were on paper it would be guilty of the old insult, “not worth the paper it’s printed on.” (Let it be said in its favor, it does have bad pictures to go with it.) Yet someone found it, and then was so incensed by what I wrote that s/he wants me to not only die , but suffer in eternity as well.

I didn’t approve the comment for publication under the post for the simple reason that there are plenty of places on the internets where people can hurl invective at each other; it’s not my responsibility to provide more.

But I do have to admit: I am disturbed by this and wonder what the something is that’s happening here.

To the person who expressed the nasty sentiment: I have little doubt that I am–at least according to the criteria listed by many of the world’s residents–going there immediately upon my demise.

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