A friend is having ankle surgery tomorrow, and besides texting, I mailed him a handwritten note. I hope this analog greeting in his mailbox post-surgery lifts his spirits. Does anyone else prefer receiving snail mail over (or, in addition to) digital greetings for things like this?

“For the first time, OpenAI’s public structure and leadership are simply honest reflections of what the company has been—in effect, the will of a single person. ‘Just: Sam.’”

OpenAI Takes Its Mask Off - The Atlantic

I read this Dear James: I Hate My Post-college Life article in The Atlantic today, which ties into a chapter from David Brooks’ The Second Mountain I read last night. Both highlight the challenges young people face—particularly around navigating their newfound “freedom”.

Over the past weekend, a strange confluence of circumstances created the context in which I introduced my daughter to this song. Nothing like a nostalgic trip to the 80s. I thought it would elicit eye rolls, but I actually caught her sharing it with her boyfriend yesterday.

Album cover for Din Daa Daa by George Kranz.

I’ve been going since 4:00 a.m. this morning and I’m hitting an afternoon wall. 🥱 I’m hoping a coffee and perhaps a brisk walk will allow me to rally and have a strong finish to my day.

I checked in with a coworker who was out on Friday because he wasn’t feeling well. I learned that one of the contributing factors was that he felt “peopled out”. I’m glad he acknowledged that and gave himself the time off. It also reminded me of this:

Snoopy and Charlie Brown staying in bed

Was sorting through some old papers in a desk drawer and found this. It’s been quite a while (as evidenced by the old branding) since Alaska Airlines set these down on the tray table with the in-flight snacks.

Alaska Airline prayer card - Psalm 9:2

Even though it’s available, I think I’m going to defer updating to iOS 18 until a dot release. Maybe I’ll wait for the update that contains Apple Intelligence. 🤷🏻‍♂️

When it comes to exercise, I’ve determined there are two types of soreness: the bad sore that actually hurts and limits your ability to function normally, and the good sore that simply serves as a reminder that you’ve exercised. I like the good sore.

This morning, while walking in my neighborhood, I (a pedestrian) narrowly avoided a collision with a food/grocery delivery driver at a busy intersection. Despite having the walk signal and her facing a red light, she rolled into the crosswalk, only stopping when my hands were on the hood of her car. Thankfully, she braked in time to prevent any harm. She was apologetic, but unfortunately, she was also distracted by her phone, engaged in a lively conversation. The dangers of driving while distracted seems to be a growing problem that could soon rival driving while impaired. Perhaps using a hands-free device could have made her more aware of her surroundings. 🤷🏻‍♂️