I’m on a header jag. Photos galore result in headers galore.

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ante meridiem
too late to end it now
too early to start again

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soon the morning will arrive
can i begin another day?
whilst this old day is still alive
refusing to be put away

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like a beast awaits its fate
laid here with time to kill
the very dead of night
where time and space stand still

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nothing will ever change
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Get it on Amazon.

Clicking through gets me to a grid of easily purchased items under the headline: “Choose a Gift for Phyllis.”

Social media, Facebook, knows who my mother is. It’s smart enough to know that. And in spite of the fact that she died in October, 2010, I can’t bear, yet, to initiate the process of disabling her Facebook account. I know a few other dead people with Facebook accounts, and people occasionally “visit” and leave messages. These messages inspire me. They give me pause. I find them ridiculous. I find them moving. They’re what the word “bittersweet” was made for.

My Mom would have been 67 yesterday. And Sunday will be another Mother’s Day on which I think about her and am not able to give her a corporeal gift. No Starbucks card. No flowers. No mug with a funny message.

Instead what I have to offer is intangible. I choose “whimsy.”

For the last few months I’ve been trying to live my life differently. I am trying to embrace whimsy as a life philosophy. In any particular instance, what is the whimsical thing? What’s more fun? What’s more surprising? What’s going to delight someone?

At work many months back — maybe a year ago now — I started “thought-leadering” the word “delight” as something we should be trying to inspire in our customers. It’s a value that seems silly. “Delight” is a silly word. I read about delight as a value in writings on UX. But I think it’s my Mom, and her silly and fun nature, that set me up to think of delight and whimsy as things worth moving toward–in work and in day-to-day life.

Interview of Alexa O’Brien @carwinb by @theharryshearer on Le Show is riveting on the Bradley Manning Trial. Listen @ kcrw.com/etc/programs/ls

— Joe Crawford (@artlung) May 6, 2013

Additionally, I made a new header. First header I’ve made since 2011.

I read quite a bit. I never blog.

Revisiting the Original 1992 WIRED Media Kit by Brian Dear.

Refuse to be terrorized.

Tim Bray buys some BitCoins:

Bought some BitCoins; yes, a bit of a Sprawl-trilogy flavor.Wonder if I’ll ever see the money again? goo.gl/NlY3r

— Tim Bray (@timbray) April 10, 2013

Susan made incredible Paleo deviled eggs:

Paleo- style deviled eggs in authentic Red Wing dish, ready for tonight’s #MadMen dinner with @leahpeah and @artlung twitter.com/twocitygirl/st…

— susan myrland (@twocitygirl) April 7, 2013

Blink is a big development in browser rendering engines. Forks in open source are always news. More from PPK about it.

And lastly, here’s me and my mother-in-law, obscured by flowers. Taken by @leahpeah

I was inspired by Jorn Barger and Andy Baio. This predated twitter, and Facebook of course. And providing an updated list of “what’s cool” was really fun to do.

I gave up on it in 2005, and found the original del.icio.us and moved everything there. In the 8 years since I added thousands of links there.

I want to make sure I have a copy of my own links somewhere I control. I intend to make it searchable and navigable. Last night I took some time and imported all those delicious bookmarks and have revived, symbolically, “Semidaily.”

One thing I may do is integrate these links, along with archived tweets, along with anything else I can think of, into the old pages of the blog – basically integrated bookmarks, blog posts, tweets, and photos retroactively. So at any one time I can see everything I was doing in a particular month.

They used to call some of this lifeblogging, and I remember Mark Pilgrim called a combined feed of all his RSS content “the firehose” – but I think I don’t really want it as I live my life. If you want to aggregate me, go for it.

But for me, I like it more retroactively. To see what made me laugh, to see what made me smart, to see my news sources.

So there it is.