August 27, 2019

Beta Ho.

John Gruber over at Daring Fireball revealed that iOS 13.1 Beta 1 is already out to developers. iOS 13 doesn’t come out until (presumably) mid-September, so the fact that Apple is already releasing the beta for iOS 13.1 is somewhat odd.

Come to find out, several of the enhancements slated for iOS 13, including folder sharing in iCloud Drive, have been pulled from the “.0” release and pushed to 13.1, which will come out toward the end of the year.

Perhaps Apple should stop telling everyone what’s going into a new iOS release and instead announce what’s already been built for the next iOS release. Another idea would be to release updates to the popular operating system when they’re actually ready instead of pandering to the marketing types and forcing out a release every year, whether it’s ready or not.

Marketing should not be determining release schedules, developers and project managers should be fulfilling that task.

I know Apple needs to play games to maintain relevancy and grab the attention of the ever increasing shiny object mentality of the lowest common denominator American, but pushing out half baked software, or worse yet, making promises they can’t keep (ahem, AirPower) is so non-Apple like. Maintain dignity, Apple, dignity.

And while I’m commenting on the state of Apple: one of the reasons I pay a premium price for their hardware, software, and services, is to escape data scraping for the purposes of ads, as well as avoiding ads from being pushed in my face. Yet, for the last couple of ApplePay purchases I’ve made, I’ve been reminded that I could have earned extra Apple cash if I had signed for an Apple Card.

When I’m ready to sign up for an Apple Card I will sign up for an Apple Card. I know many Apple fanboys are breathless over the thing, but we’re content with the thousands of air miles we are earning with our current credit cards. I don’t have a need for another card at this time.

Stop pushing the ads at me. Leave that sort of behavior to the Google set.


I deactivated my Twitter account this morning. Though Twitter really wanted me to stay around, I pushed through all the prompts and said “yes, I want to deactivate my account”. I then deleted the random password for the account out of my stored passwords. Twitter will allow me to reactivate my account within 30 days, but because I don’t know the password and I’ve removed my phone number from the account, it would take a couple of extra steps to turn things on and I did that on purpose.

I am amazed by the amount of relief I feel by this simple act of deleting the account. For the past year or so I have desperately tried to steer my Twitter timeline away from the dumpster fire of Twitter: I’d focus on tech and aviation, stay connected with online friends I’ve met across the world, and have a way to keep tabs on late breaking news, though in all honesty, over the past couple of years Twitter has become a very unreliable source of information. Since the company has little demonstrated interest in controlling bots and other sources of purposeful disinformation, it’s not like Twitter has become nothing more than a shouting match, ball of chaos, and time sink.

I’m fully aware Twitter is a symptom, not the problem, of what plagues our society today.

In full disclosure, I do still have a small, protected Twitter account. I have less than a dozen followers on that account and I follow less than three dozen people. As I go through the effort of improving focus in my life, I’m not allowing “endless scrolling” or “infinity pools” apps on my phone. If I can’t scroll to the end, it’s not allowed on the phone. I want to be present in the moment. However, another disclosure, Instagram is allowed on my phone (with it’s infinite scrolling) because I do like sharing photos. This morning I moved my account to protected status as well.

I know a LOT of people that thrive on social media and the feedback they receive through the various channels. I totally get it; the dopamine hit gives you a high like some illegal drugs and sometimes we just want some applause in our life. I remember how that felt back in my radio days, when I’d hear whispers of folks identifying me in public after seeing me in a television commercial or on stage promoting the radio station. It’s a good feeling. But like when I walked away from radio nearly 20 years ago, or when I turned down the callback for “Big Brother”, I just don’t need that hit anymore. I’m not worried about losing social collateral.

I’m excited about real life.