I am frustrated with Feedbin's support. There's some problem with their billing which I have been behind them to fix for the past few months. Even after multiple emails, I have never received a response.
As much as I love the service, I need to move on and find an alternative now.
Reaching into the sky! #stories
Why is USB-C pencil a top news? Just Apple?
I see more and more people set up comments on their blogs recently. If it is linked to Twitter's implosion, was Twitter an alternate comment system then? But we also have reports (for example, NPR) that Twitter didn't impact traffic to the sites much. So then, what is it? Or is it just a trend? I am afraid it's the latter.
I don't have comments on my blog, and I, for now, intend to keep it that way. Email remains the preferred form of conversation for me.
Blogging is a lifeline, a connection to people and a world that might not be possible offline because of the reticence to interact and the fear doing so generates. I can’t think of a better reason to do it.
Source: Colin Walker on Blogging โ
I witnessed a minor accident today that brought back memories of a similar yet contrasting incident I was part of a few years ago. A car brushed a motorbike parked at the roadside today, and the man sitting on the bike had a tumble. He cursed. The car stopped. The driver alighted. Sensing nothing as alarming, they laughed at the situation’s futility in a somewhat anticlimactic moment.
What I faced all those years back was far from ordinary, though.
On a late morning that day, I was driving my regular route to the office. There is a section with many overpasses, and they always get busy during peak office hours. A safe driver, I had held my lane and stayed there. I don’t usually drive fast, and I wasn’t even that day.
And out of nowhere, a forward jerk and a crashing sound warned me something had bumped into my car from behind. I peeked into the rare view mirror and saw a man in the middle of the road, a motorcycle lying a few meters away. People crowded around him, some picking him up and others doing the same to his bike.
Like a good samaritan and fearing the worst, I parked my car to the side and strode, worried into the crowd that had ballooned to almost fifty.
A scruffy guy in his early twenties was standing at the centre, multiple people checking him for injuries. I was relieved to see him standing, moving, shaking himself off the dirt. At least my worst fears were unfounded.
And then, out of the crowd came a question that jolted me, “Kisne thoka isko?” - who hit him? Right away, I knew things could soon get worse than anticipated. I was rushing for answers, justifications, and truths for the bulging crowd on why I wasn’t at fault.
Someone touched my shoulder and said, “In bhaisaab ka gaadi hain”. It is this man’s car.
I knew my justifications wouldn’t work with this crowd. They wouldn’t even give me a chance to tell the truth. A guy walked towards the sweating me. I fumbled, searching for the right first word. But before I could utter anything, I heard a voice. “Mera galti tha. It was my mistake. I was driving fast, lost control of the bike and crashed into the back of this person’s car. It wasn’t his mistake.”
I heard a few audible sighs. The voice of a man who has just been in an accident and his admission of the mistake made the crowd lose all interest.
As the gathering started to dwindle, I breathed a sigh of relief. I walked to the guy and asked him if he was okay. I offered to take him to the hospital if he was hurt. He declined. Though scuffed at a lot of places, he was okay overall.
Strangely, a few people left were getting restless again and hurling enquiries at the guy. I felt a hand on my shoulder. A man in his fifties leaned and whispered, “Saheb tumhi nigha ata. You should leave now, sir. You shouldn’t have stopped at all. Things could have gotten so out of hand.”
Though I was stunned at that moment by the heartlessness of this stranger’s advice, deep down, I knew his remark had some merit.
In a world constantly on the verge of annoyance and hostility, was staying back when I knew everything was fine a mistake? I didn’t have the courage that day to find the answer. After all, #life had to happen.
Dan Moren starts his experience with iCloud this way.
Your data is in sync across all your devices, changes update immediately, and you never get a single error message.
It has never been my experience with iCloud - sync takes ages in the always-connected cloud world of today. Especially when I compare it with Dropbox and Google Cloud, the services that I use.
I am a big, big fan of Dropbox. The service has got the perfect balance of functionality and performance. Everything just works.
People get #mastodon wrong. The power of this platform lies in its decentralized nature. If you ignore the purpose of instances and look at it as part of the address to reach a handle, you will only see the messiness.
Adapt to the decentralized nature, and find the community, represented by the instance, that you most resonate with. And stick with it. Make it your home first, and know the nearest neighbours. Once and only when you have done that, visit the surrounding communities.
I look at some of the posts in my drafts and I can barely remember when (or if) I wrote them. They sound so unlike me. Did I copy the snippets as a reference but forgot to note the source? Or did I actually write them? Eventually, I don't post. I need a better system for Drafts.
Just because I saw the name floating around, I signed up to try our Kagi search. I don't know if I expect anything to change with my searching habit. Or if this will stick. I just want to be aware first-hand.