Loved, loved using Pocket back in the day. Posting some of my favorite #PocketSaves in this thread so I can return to them later:

America’s digital economy relies on our physical infrastructure and the electricians, pipefitters, welders, manufacturing workers & more who build and maintain it. Today, we’re making an additional @googleorg commitment to help 300K American workers prepare for these in-demand skilled trades careers, expanding on the $1B we’ve already provided for digital skills and training globally.

Drop the AI, just call it Siri.

Just get Siri to finally incorporate the savant in in Idiot Savant. Stop all this Apple Intelligence bobo, please. 🙏🏽

As a parent of a 1-year old, I welcome these safety updates. #WWDC26

It’s 5pm, freezing outside, and I’m two whiskies deep. A few thoughts and hot takes (on a wide variety of topics):

Just build something. Anything. App, robot, yt channel, music. That’s how your life changes.

Can't wait for Arsenal to win the league, so I can go on LinkedIn and post about the power of patience and perseverance during hard times.

They will be insufferable and worthy winners.

Congrats, Arsenal. Skin of your teeth, stuff, but well done in the end. 👏🏽

Really dour display from Chelsea. Amazing that this team got to the final. What a waste.

Need a holiday to read and organise my bookmarks across all platforms. Between unexplored bookmarks and chrome tabs, I don't know which one haunts me more.

adulting is basically arriving at the same truths as your father, but from first principles.

The moment you realize what life looks like for people who don’t know anything about AI, politics or the economy:

My father's best friend was a man called Uncle Bayo who disappeared from our lives without explanation. I was 12 the last time I saw him. He came to our flat in Gbagada, argued with my father in the bedroom for an hour, and walked out without saying goodbye to me. My father never spoke his name again. Neither did my mother. Uncle Bayo became a silence with a shape. Twenty-six years passed. I was in Philadelphia for a conference. A networking dinner at a hotel downtown. Across the room, a man about my father's age caught my eye and held it too long. He approached me during dessert and said my surname like it was a question he already knew the answer to. We sat in the hotel lobby until 2am. He told me the story my father never did. They had started a construction company together in the early 90s. It had failed because of a contract dispute with a senator. The senator had paid only half the money and refused the rest. The debt had crushed them. Uncle Bayo had blamed my father for trusting the senator. My father had blamed Uncle Bayo for not reading the fine print. The friendship had shattered. Two men who had been closer than brothers had become strangers over something neither of them could control. Uncle Bayo had moved to America after the falling out. He had built a new life, a new business, a small contracting firm in West Philly. He had married a Ghanaian woman and had two daughters. He had never returned to Nigeria. He had never called my father. He had assumed the silence was mutual. I asked why he approached me now. He said he recognised my face because I looked like my father at 30. He said he had been waiting for decades to see that face again, to explain something that was never about betrayal. He said the argument had been about shame, not money. Both men had felt they failed each other. Neither had known how to say it. I called my father from the hotel room. It was 3am in Lagos. He answered on the second ring, voice thick with sleep and alarm. I told him who I was sitting with. The line went quiet. Then my father did something I had never heard him do. He cried. Not softly. The kind of crying that comes from a place words cannot reach. Uncle Bayo flew to Lagos 3 months later. They met at the same flat in Gbagada. They sat in the same living room where the argument had happened. They didn't re-litigate the past. They just sat together, two old men with white hair and matching hypertension medication, and let the silence heal. My father died last year. Uncle Bayo spoke at the funeral. He said the greatest thief in life is not money or failure. It is the belief that there is always more time. Call them. The debt is not theirs. It is yours.

This CS is everything I hoped it'd be. 🥲

🚨: A civilization 2,000 light-years away pointing a powerful enough telescope at Earth right now would see the Roman Empire. They'd see Jesus alive.

"You weren't put on earth to be remembered. You were put here to prepare for eternity." — Rick Warren, The Purpose Driven Life

I've built a functional UGC map of Nigeria that tracks bad infrastructures, roads, ghost projects to the ward level in Nigeria. One map, one repo! So when they come and ask you for vote, you'll show them receipt of what they didn't do. Testing! Let's go 1000reasons.vote

WYDM, @EASPORTSFC? Restore Legacy Defending to ALL online modes, please. Game's gone. 😒

Me to Claude: "Make no errors. DO NOT HALLUCINATE. YOU ARE AN EXPERT SOFTWARE ENGINEER "