Wednesday, Jan 29th, 2025
- I don’t know if this exists in the wild, but here’s a half-baked idea. Develop something that can examine a drive, and organize the pictures, I know that Photos on the Mac can do this to some extent, I’m talking about photos you have stored on, say, an external hard drive and NOT in Photos or the equivalent. Study the photos and organize them into subfolders, or tag them with something that can be searched for easily. I have a series of photos on a drive from my trip to Machias, Maine in October 2004. Herbert (or whatever) looks at the picture or it’s metadata and tags them #machias102004. Or create a folder called “Machias Oct 2004” and dump those photos in there. And for all the photos that have nothing to go on, call them misc, or orphan photos, or something, and tag or subfolder them as well. Yes, that would require manual work, but it would be way less than a folder of thousands of pictures to go through manually. Now, let me admit the obvious: I’m stupid, and I don’t get out much. This may exist and I don’t know it. I’ll go looking around, which is probably what I should have done before I started writing this half-baked, meaningless babble
- I have a preset in Adobe Audition that foods (that’s a technical term) my voice files for the podcast, and then I export it to a folder for finished files. When I go to Captivate to publish, I drag and drop that file, add some notes, and hit publish. I’d love to automate the whole thing. Not sure that Automator would do all of it, but there’s a mad scientist thing to do…
- I recently went through a re-watch of a British sci-fi show that’s a little less known than Doctor Who, but still worth your time. Blake’s 7. I have just two words for you: Kerr Avon. Well worth your time, and why this character isn’t widely known on the internet is beyond me.
- There’s something darkly humorous about having a cardiology appointment rescheduled.
- Today’s minor annoyance: “I did that” stickers—Biden’s on gas pumps, Trump’s on eggs. How original. Please jump off a cliff into a pit of rusty razor blades.