Also, last week’s piece, Why I’m buying my first CD player in 20 years, went absolutely bonkers. I’ve had (positive) emails and messages all week about it, and it did silly numbers. Thanks to everyone who read it and those who got in touch with their tips about what CD player to buy.
Other stuff
An Apple event is looming, and so I imagine I’ll soon be further immersed in new kit. I’m interested to see how Apple moves its hardware on this year, with the iPhone rumoured to be a reasonably minor update but the Apple Watch getting more substantial changes. Personally, I’ll also be looking at software for Apple Watch – I’m still recovering from covid and so being able to pause my rings can’t come soon enough. (Although it won’t help this time. Still, at least I won’t have to complain about this basic missing feature again.)
Over on Threads, in a response to requests for writing tips, Scalzi suggested reading your work aloud to catch copy errors. This is an old trick, but one I always find many writers surprised by when you mention it. Similarly, relatively few realise you can get your Mac to read text back to you. I outline how on Threads.
Last week, I caught covid for the first time. I’m still isolating. Day nine now. I’ll take another test this afternoon, but still expect it to be positive. I’m… so over this. And it’s increasingly depressing to be away from my family and confined to a room. But it is what it is. At least neither my wife nor my daughter have caught covid from me. And isolation did spur me on to release a new piece of music for the first time in over a decade. You can listen to Where I Want To Be on YouTube. (I’m pretty happy with that bass line. A good reminder of why I need to write more music with actual instruments, rather than prodding at a screen. Anyway…)
If nothing else, catching covid has also been a reality check. My wife mentioned my covid to our elderly neighbour, who looked shocked and asked how I managed to catch it, as if I’d made a special effort to do so. Friends who’ve caught it recently say they’ve had similar responses from people. In the UK at least, it’s as if covid doesn’t exist, despite us just having had the biggest wave in a long time.
Worse, our medical service has no interest whatsoever in helping anyone who’s not ‘at risk’. So while I hear from people in the US and Switzerland who received medication and boosters in recent years, in the UK it’s a case of “take a couple of paracetamol and hope you can shake it off in a couple of weeks”. Oh, and no boosters again for the majority of the population this autumn either (unless you can find somewhere to buy one, for the first time), because the way to stop covid is still apparently to have people repeatedly catch covid. Bonkers.
Heaven help us if a more dangerous disease ever sweeps this country.
My weekend column moved away from Apple, because Apple Apple Apple was driving my editor bonkers and he wanted something – anything – else. So I wrote about how playing my Game Boy Micro again was a reality check about old games consoles – and getting older myself. Which is basically 600 words about how it turns out when you’re deep into your 40s, perhaps you shouldn’t be complaining about how big mobile hardware devices (and their screens) are getting.
Mostly wondering why the UK appears to be in a loop where it thinks it’s late April spliced with torrential downpours that remind me of distant trips to Florida – without the heat. I’m wearing a fleece. In June. Bah.
It’s WWDC next week, and I imagine I’ll be writing about whatever Apple churns out, assuming it doesn’t have a new AI system that rewrites my brain to repeatedly type I LOVE TIM COOK every other sentence.
Honestly, I’d be quite happy if a senior exec rocked up on stage and said: “No new features this year – we’ve just fixed all the bugs, including that weird one where iCloud Photos won’t sync, even if your iPhone has 94% of its battery charge remaining.” Although I would like one new feature: for Apple to finally give us an off switch for the Home indicator.
Other stuff
After a week in Spain, I felt mentally happier than I had in a while, although physically knackered. (It’s surprising how much walking/swimming/being outside can take it out of you.) Natch, I now have a stinking headcold in a British June best described as ‘grey’.
It was also interesting in Spain to note in which ways they do some better specialist food than the UK. Their cheapest gluten-free bread was superior to even the most expensive I’ve bought here. And lactose-free products were readily available.
In the UK, it seems there’s a lot of ‘two birds, one stone’ going on. Instead of lactose-free, you get ‘vegan’ produce in free-from aisles. And even beer is going this way, increasingly twinning gluten-free and alcohol-free. I’d… just like a normal beer or yoghurt now and again, thanks, albeit one that doesn’t make me violently ill.
