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  1. unexpected tiling window manager bonus: image popovers immediately get tiled to the same size

    I never really got into these things because I guess it never occurred to me that they would have pleasant margin options for single app configs, which for some reason I kinda prefer (tiled round rect windows and drop shadows at 0px margin and padding look weird, to me)

    I’ve used Moom ( https://manytricks.com/moom/) for years, it’s great.

    MoomMove, zoom, and snap windows. Arrange windows in layouts. Auto-adjust to display setups.Many Tricks

    now I’m playing with Amethyst ( https://manytricks.com/moom/) instead.

    MoomMove, zoom, and snap windows. Arrange windows in layouts. Auto-adjust to display setups.Many Tricks

    screenshot of a computer desktop with the mastodon application Ivory open and filling nearly the entire screen. floating over Ivory’s main window is an image open in a window about 1/3 the size of the main window by volume, which seems to have been the default way to “show image” since lightbox.js ten or fifteen years ago or whatever.

    the same image loaded on the same computer with nothing changed except that Amethyst is running and instantly yoinked the image to fill the entire screen, which is always what I wanted when I tell the computer to “show image” or whatever, instead of lightbox.js style nonsense

  2. took junior to hike the sign

    that’s right

    SOUTH

    SAN FRANCISCO

    THE INDUSTRIAL CITY

    pretty nice, always wanted to do that.

    it’s a little 2 mile loop with a steep stepped shortcut up from the bottom to the top. also, you can walk on the letters. also also, if you bring cardboard you can slide on a few of them even.

    wide angle photograph looking up hill at the huge ‘L’ from “INDUSTRIAL”

  3. haven’t cut my hair in over a year except for one straight DIY shear pass mid-year on the back to de-mullet

    everyone who asks and finds out what I’m doing is all “I couldn’t get through the awkward phase" and I’m all “well, tbh? it’s all awkward, with brief OK phases"

    beat

    also everyone who has ever had long hair when I complain about it: “well you could always cut it off, I don’t regret going that at all" and I’m like “you are right.”

    beat

    so I think I’ll keep growing it out another year

  4. in gmail on web with the preview pane enabled for a sorted mailbox:

    archiving the first (top) message causes gmail to select the message below the archived message

    archiving any non-top messages that aren’t the ultimate (bottom) message causes gmail to select the message above the archived message

    archiving the ultimate (bottom) message causes gmail to select the message above the message above the archived message.

    🤷🏻‍♂️

    i just wanna inbox-zero from the oldest message, folks, is that so bad [I get hit in the chest w/ a tomato thrown from the audience] no, not that one, the one below it [a shoe flies by, the entire crowd is hissing and booing, an anvil drops from the stage lights and crashes to the floor just to my left] see if I press ‘y’ google is all ’n’ and imo that’s [a giant hook enters from stage right] a huge ‘L’ [the house lights come up, a google bus crashes into the venue, workers start pouring ou—

  5. wanted to read Chekhov but wasn’t sure what translation to look for, learned that Nabokov had a dislike for Constance Garnett, remembered that Nabokov was also on my todo list, started Pnin, and right away, he’s doing the moves, dumping on Garnett 🤗

    photograph of page sixty-something of "Pnin" not Nabokovit reads:He tried habitats of another type: rooms for rent in private houses which, although differing from each other in many respects (not all, for instance, were clapboard ones; a few were stucco, or at least partly stucco), had one generic characteristic in common: in their parlor or stair-landing bookcases Hendrik Willem van Loon and Dr. Cronin were inevitably present; they might be separated by a flock of magazines, or by some glazed and buxom historical romance, or even by Mrs.Garnett impersonating somebody (and in such houses there would be sure to hang somewhere a Toulouse-Lautrec poster), but you found the pair without fail, exchanging looks of tender recognition, like two old friends at a crowded party.