📷 The scrap of cloth in Minnie’s mouth was once a toy duck. It was one of the first toys we got for her when we brought her home as a pup 11 years ago.

Close-up face photo of the most adorable big-brown-eyed dog in the world. She is holding a tattered scrap of yellow cloth in her mouth.

Blue Planet sends OSS soaring to the ‘smart cloud’ — Blue Planet says its Cloud Native Platform’s Kubernetes-based containerized architecture enables rapid innovation, flexible modernization and avoids vendor lock-in. My latest on Fierce Network, with Dan Jones.

🦆Today’s memes: A shape called a rhombus

I need to use the puke emoji more.

What signal do I send when I’m walking the dog and I wave to a neighbor with a full poop bag in my hand?

My latest on Fierce Network: I’m happy to be here. Where’s the coffee? — If you’re interested in what I’m working on at Fierce, read this, where I introduce myself with a laborious metaphor involving the movie “Trading Places.”

“A tendency to the lurid.” Reading the November, 1932 Astounding Stories

I am reading the November, 1932 issue of Astounding Stories, starting with “The Cavern of the Shining Ones,” by Hal K. Wells. The magazine is on archive.org.

Archive.org has a library of pulps and other popular magazines, going back more than 100 years. At a glance, the most recent pulps seem to date to the 1990s.

Months ago, I chatted with a gentleman at a local community association meeting who makes a hobby out of browsing the pulp archive. He likes dark fantasy magazines from the 1920s and 1930s. He said he occasionally finds a gem from someone who only ever wrote one to three stories, and who is completely forgotten.

“The Cavern of the Shining Ones” isn’t a gem, but it’s not bad. It has a Lovecraft vibe. A party of men, recruited from Los Angeles’s homeless population by a mysterious scientist who wears goggles day and night, is searching for something in the desert. I’m only partway through the story, but I believe they will find the thing, and it will not go well for them.

Here’s the author’s biography, just one paragraph on the Encyclopedia of Science Fiction.

He was born in 1899 in Little Hocking, Ohio, and died in 1979 in Torrance, California. He saw active service in World War I and published “The Brass Key” in Weird Tales in 1929. Another title: “Zehru of Xollar” (1932). His work had “a tendency to the lurid.” I’ll just bet it did.

Archive.org offers downloadable PDFs of old magazines. (Other formats too.) I downloaded the PDF, loaded it onto my iPhone and can easily read it there. Even after being on the Internet for more than 30 years, sometimes it strikes me with awe.

I used a 😊 when I should’ve used a 🙁 in a business email, so my making a good first impression in the first week of my new job is ruined.

I've been hired!

The eclipse isn’t the only cosmic event happening today. I’m pleased to say that I’ve joined the new website Fierce Network full-time as executive editor for reports, helping to launch its new research arm, contributing regularly to the site and authoring our new line of industry research focused on AI, cloud, open RAN, broadband and more.

Fierce Network launched Friday. Editor-in-chief Liz Miller has more about the new site here—tl;dr it’s a roll-up of Silverlinings, Fierce Telecom and Fierce Wireless.

Credit to Liz for the bit about the eclipse. It’s my first day on the new job and I figure it’s a great idea to get things going by ripping off the boss.

The new science of death: ‘There’s something happening in the brain that makes no sense’ [theguardian.com]

NYC’s AI chatbot was caught telling businesses to break the law. The city isn’t taking it down [apnews.com] — “Asked if a restaurant could serve cheese nibbled on by a rodent, [the bot] responded: ‘Yes, you can still serve the cheese to customers if it has rat bites,’ before adding that it was important to assess the ‘the extent of the damage caused by the rat’ and to ‘inform customers about the situation.’”

Crying Myself to Sleep on the Icon of the Seas [theatlantic.com] — Curmudgeonly travel writer Gary Shteyngart takes a luxury cruise on the world’s largest cruise ship:

The maiden voyage of the Titanic (the Icon of the Seas is five times as large as that doomed vessel) at least offered its passengers an exciting ending to their cruise….

📷 Something I saw while walking the dog: This osprey, on a platform on a pole about 50 feet above a footpath around Lake Murray. I shot the photo on the 5x setting on the iPhone and then cropped it heavily, which is why it’s pixelated.

Hawk-like bird standing with wings folded on a pole sticking out from a platform, with the bird's next on the platform. Plumage is dark gray from this distance, with a white head and chest.

Anyone who fears that we may be wiped out by artificial intelligence should just buy a robot vacuum cleaner and watch the unshakable determination with which it returns, over and over again, to the one corner of the room where it gets stuck every time.

A realistic “Terminator" movie would consist of two hours of well-meaning humans patiently disentangling the T-800 from the rug or dragging it out from under the bookshelf while it beeps pathetically for assistance.

Star Trek: Future Astronauts Having Feelings

I want to like “Star Trek: Discovery” more than I do. The characters all seem to be having big emotions and I’m supposed to share those big emotions, but I do not. The show is about Future Astronauts Having Feelings. The show seems to be popular among Millennial and Gen Z LGBTQ+ people, and that’s fine.

In general, the entire Trek franchise seems to be a warm nostalgia bath. And I don’t mean that in a good way. They’ve got a whole Galaxy to play with and they keep coming back to the same characters, races, species and tropes. It’s 1,000 years in the future and hey look there’s a shout-out to Jean-Luc Picard.

Also, why doesn’t the franchise bring back Shatner and Takei? They barely used Walter Koenig and Wil Wheaton. What’s up with that?

📷 Something I saw while walking the dog.

Rear-end view of two vintage sedans, rusty and broken-down, peeking out of the open door of a suburban garage. Those cars will  be gorgeous once they're restored.

🦆Today’s memes: Don’t let Lois Lane find out

🦆Today’s memes: Harold, you’re my role model

On our African safaris nearly five years ago, Julie and I saw this elephant reaching for foliage.

An African elephant reaching its trunk up to a tree branch in the jungle.

April 2024 Micro.blog Photoblogging Challenge Day 4. Prompt: Foliage.

I thought yesterday was Thursday and I thought today was Thursday. Eventually, I will be right.