Yesterday we were having lunch at my parents’ house. At the end of lunch, my daughter, driven by some unknown motivation, asked her mother if Santa Claus really exists. She’s getting on in years, and we expected the question sooner or later. We hoped later rather than soon.
“Blackness” still implies something. I think death is the absence of anything at all. Just like before you were born: there’s no consciousness, no awareness, no blackness. Simply nothing.
I’ve been working a lot with AI lately. Wait, don’t run away. I know it’s a boring and unpleasant topic, about which everything and its opposite has been said, but it’s a topic that can’t be ignored. And anyway, I’m only telling you a side story. So, listen, go ahead.
I’m someone who likes to frequently change default applications. Anyone who occasionally checks this page will have noticed that modifications happen quite often.
I’ve been using only Apple devices for a few years now. I don’t have a Windows PC or an Android smartphone. I don’t even have headphones or accessories from other brands. I subscribe to iCloud+ and use various Apple services, such as Music, Arcade, and email with a custom domain. In short, I’m a user who is totally immersed in the Cupertino ecosystem, but I’m not a satisfied user at all.
‘Se Natale nun venesse ‘cchiù,
chi chiagnesse ‘e lacreme ‘cchiù amare?
‘e commercianti o ‘e creature?
Smartphones are not the enemy, reports Kev Quirk in his blog referencing Thomas Rigby’s post. True, the phone is just a tool, and our attraction is caused by the operating system’s constant demand for attention and the apps that try to eat away at our time.