While it has been many years since I've been a part of a tech community, I gotta think Microsoft's promoting a browser based on the Chromium project is a big deal. And oddly, a part of me, albeit a small part of me, is sad to see it go. You see Microsoft Internet Explorer paralleled my tech world. I came online with Netscape Navigator 1.1 to 1.2. Internet Explorer became a player at 3.0 as I entered college and after I grabbed my first diploma at today's Bass Pro Shops Pyramid and furthered my IT career, I replaced IE with Firefox. Nevertheless, IE tagged along, generally annoyingly in the way with its lack of web design standards adoption, a monolithic vestibule of a top down structure. By contrast, Firefox gave power to its adherents with tabs and addons! In time, Chrome brought to our consciousness speed, and if I may borrow poorly from Talladega Nights, "(The Internet) is all about speed, hot nasty bad-ass speed."

Of course, along the way, Microsoft had its antitrust lawsuits as they integrated IE with Windows 98, whereas today, Google has an entire operating system and associated hardware based on its own browser and nobody blinks (and maybe the move to mobile computing has a lot to do with that—it's no longer a Windows world). Some argue that the Chromium project is shaping the way we view the Internet, though they are pointing their fingers at Google. Maybe there's an argument—I'll agree Google has FAR too much of a reach, frighteningly so, until major players can come into the market. Google:

• Tracks your moments in cyberspace;
• Reads the emails of all of its users;
• Forces what should be advertised to you;
• Chooses what you'll see when you do a search.

Regardless of benevolence / malevolence, that's Castle Grayskull kind of POWER. Am I Michael Scott? "When people hear the term 'big brother' they immediately think it's bad or scary. I don't. I think, 'Wow, I love my big brother.'"

Maybe Google is special and it isn't like othe ther publicly traded companies with its kid-targeted cereal aisle stamped ecstatically with approval by the American Heart Association...

In the meantime, I'm going to run with Protonmail and Brave.

A 3AM something morning...glistening with sweat...the counterbalancing timing of arms and legs volleying fireworks of activity across the span of the corpus callosum...I make my return to my workshop. OK, so it is an odd space with revealing parallels to my mind: in one sphere, there's the dusty woodworking tools piled atop the workbench I built back in 2016; an over-represented health sector; a wild flurry of kid disorientation marking its own ragged confines; a cost-saving and audiobook opportunity, ordered clothesline paralleling the southwestern wall; a poster from Stranger Things 3; and a telescope that floats across space. And lest I forget, an armful-sized Maui from Moana cheering on with his The Rock efficacious exultation.

In my return to my 3AM something morning, I couldn't match past efforts, whether qualitatively or quantitatively—it wasn't the point; those parameters will be defined in time. No, I HAD to get out there to begin the daily deposits to unleash compounding, ESPECIALLY as I learn further from Perlmutter's Grain Brain: The Surprising Truth about Wheat, Carbs, and Sugar—Your Brain's Silent Killers, as it illustrates how a low carb diet and an exercise regimen further develop our mind. Speaking of cognitive expansion, I actually do add carbs into my diet, specifically 2 tablespoons of cacao powder because of research: (1) The neuroprotective effects of cocoa flavanol and its influence on cognitive performance; (2) Steady State Visually Evoked Potential (SSVEP) Topography Changes Associated With Cocoa Flavanol Consumption et al.

Sure, I want ripped abs, but I long for an approaching-infinity pack cerebellum...*shrug*...it's the best I can do until they upload my consciousness in Michio Kaku's futurism.

I look forward to joining social media again. I know, my current ride into the night likely runs counter to actually running a website...

I swore everything off some time ago, all of those worn nouns of people, places, things, and ideas. Maybe it was the introvert in me or perhaps it was the full-blown INTJ thing going on. I just had to get away. I do not know if I can place my finger on the exact reason why, whether (1) my desire to run singularly in of itself; (2) the passing of ardent affections; or (3) the fear of species adaptation or groupthink—whatever you want to call it—that my absorption of the environment fundamentally changes me, i.e. since my exposure to social media would be among my inputs, what would be my output? It might be as benign as declaring, "I love Cuke; it's heaven in a can." Or, it might be something more insidious. Could it be that our world is evolving into a cyberpunk future? Are we installing the conduit for A New Hope Death Star dystopia that shapes individuals to an Orwellian virtual-to-reality gradient of a Cold War East Berlin where we slam back another cup of the bitter sludge of nihilism in the coffeehouse at the corner of Existential Dread and Uncertainty...

...I don't know...

...it may be true, but that's far too many characters to post on Twitter and it's REALLY not the kind of content that can bear the gravitas of a Like approval on Facebook.

Nevertheless, I'd like to cruise across the virtual space of friends...

Now, here you go again.
You say you want your freedom,
Well, who am I to keep you down?
It's only right that you should
Play the way you feel it.
But, listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness—
Like a heartbeat...drives you mad.
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost...

Fleetwood Mac, Dreams

Deep into the night, we go in our neon blaze...