Sunlight is really a Borg toy

Thursday is pretending to be Friday again, but I know he really brings a longer-than-typical day with a Board meeting this evening. He does bring sunshine, at least for this morning. The skies currently portend a better day than the forecast prescribes. Golden sunlight slips brightly down through the cedar branches outside my office window as I type this. Good stuff!

I have a love/hate relationship with the auto-correction feature on my iPad. Mostly, it fixes the occasional fat-finger error just fine, and knows to throw apostrophes into contractions for me, and otherwise speeds up my typing. But just often enough it also gets weird on me. I fat-fingers one of the letters in the word brightly above and it converted it into Borg toy. Really? Was that your best guess, iPad? Does it really seem reasonable that I meant to suggest the sunlight was a Borg toy? Do I usually reference Star Trek in my morning blog entries? Other times it leaves a totally incorrect word lie like a cold turd in the middle of a sentence. When I type vey instead of very, it leaves it unflagged or edited. Is vey a word in some dictionary I don't know about? Sometimes it edits a nearly-right word into a series of two and three letter nonsense: Sec il op. Is that what Borgs say, these days?

This kind of thing happens just often enough that I am tempted to turn the feature off altogether, and yet I am addicted to some of the I'll-type-this-for-you aspects the feature also brings. So much so that when I type on the laptop I get frustrated when it doesn't automatically place a period at the end of a sentence and capitalize the next word when I hit the space bar twice.

I missed a second day posting this week. Yesterday's meeting schedule started off especially early, so there was no time to pause and reflect before diving into the day's email and preparations. To compensate, today's post contains extra detritus.

I've mentioned once or twice before that I frequently see a young man (late teens to early twenties?) walking wearing bright harlequin-pattern pants. At a driving-by glance they look sort of like pajama bottoms in style. The past couple of weeks I have passed him walking along the same patch of road more mornings than not, and each time he is wearing a similar type of leg wear. Always boldly patterned, each day a different pattern, and I have never seen him wear anything else. Fashion statement, uniform, or...? Curious minds want to know.

Because my route and time of day is the same each morning, there are regulars. I see many of the same vehicles, same folks walking to, or waiting at, particular bus stops, walking dogs, or just out walking. A couple of my neighbors leave at about the same time as me, and it isn't unusual for us to follow each other part of the way in, until they veer off toward one freeway or another. Mine is very much a neighborhoods commute, for which I am thankful.

My iPod served up an unusually delicious mix of tunes on my drive home last night; it's too bad I'm not blogging the homeward-bound trip. There would have been much to say. This morning's playlist was also quite good, and crates a very complimentary blend. Is playlist could live side by side on a single-format radio station:

- Traveling Wilburys: Maxine
- Sting: Ghost Story
- My Morning Jacket: Knot Come Loose (Live)
- Bruce Cockburn: Lord of the Starfields


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