Too nasty to sally forth
When weather closes local schools, those with an eye to Twitter generally know about the event, early on. I can’t judge what the roads are like, other than that 30 meter swath at the edge of my lane, so this serves as an indicator of nasty driving conditions. So be it.
Today, the buses were parked, but I had great hopes for an incoming Amazon delivery… until the post office app (yet another way to monitor my ties to the real world) indicated that my parcel was out for delivery. And then back in, three minutes later. I’m going to to draw a conclusion, that the roads were not good, at all.
No matter. The post people will try again tomorrow, and I feel confident that my parcel is nearby, warm and dry. That tree with all the lights and baubles has also “left the building”. Not in a literal sense; it lives in a box for eleven months of the year. With the seasonal distractions packed away, the dancing space for the dog has doubled.
Learning that my ISP wants permission to track my life doesn’t impress me, much. It makes sense to flaunt your ability to log all comings and goings, and the disclaimer that this will allow better targeting of advertisements makes sense to a corporation with nothing to sell other than information, but I wish they’d go for better bandwidth to my home. If you must log, make sure you have content galore. Knowing that I spent five minutes trying to load a single web page should elicit shame.
