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My name is Daniel Howard. I grew up in Chicago, and I live in
San Francisco Brooklyn
Mountain View Sunnyvale, CA. I was born in 1976:
the year of the American Bicentennial. I have a Bachelor's degree in
English Rhetoric, but I make my living as a Systems Administrator.
I enjoy writing, and I started publishing on the web in 1995, and
an online journal in 1996. Truth be told, I post more often
to am pretty over Social Media, but you can check out:
See also: the "Everything" page.
Older folks are unlikely to “rewrite” their core functionality, but you can tweak around the surfaces of the system to ensure better compatibility.
The Matrix isn’t Virtual Reality; it is lonely people holding smartphones close to their faces for gentle loyalty-inducing dopamine injections into their eyeballs. A scruffy group of Resistors persist in The Real World, which is actually pretty nice and totally worth fighting for. Welcome, Neo, to the Real World.
There’s a general dread of ICE and a surge of Federal Law Enforcement conducting raids while they are in town for game security. Now there are reports of pro-ICE billboards having gone up in San Francisco.
A blog is the cultural equivalent of a yard sale.
Come morning I couldn’t sleep. I really like to sleep in when I can. That’s what Sunday is for, right? I taped up the old sign: END ICE. I dressed warm and headed out. Around the corner a guy walking his dog encouraged me to be a dumbass and go get shot by federal agents. He seemed good natured about it.
It’s a contention of Heat Moon’s — believing as he does any traveler who misses the journey misses about all he’s going to get — that a man becomes his attentions. His observations and his curiosity, they make and remake him.