It’s that time of the year again. As has become a tradition much maligned anticipated in our neighborhood, moiself is hosting a different Partridge, every week, in my front yard’s pear tree. [1]
Can you identify this week’s guest Partridge?

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Department Of Proof That We Are Doomed
Dateline: Tuesday; circa 8:15 am; breakfast table talk. MH and I are discussing the “gamifying” of the apps we both use –e.g., the New York Times games – apps which keep score for you, even if you don’t/never asked them to do so and that’s not why you play them ( How long did it take you to solve this morning’s mini crossword? Ten seconds longer than your average solve time…how many days in a row did you play and win….).
MH uses the term gamifying, which I haven’t heard before but immediately “get.” Moiself understands gamifying as –
the incorporating of game design principles (accruing points, keeping score, applying rules, competing with others and/or yourself) and features into non-game activities and circumstances
– as a marketing/behavioral design feature to cultivate commitments to products and services. Translation: yet another design feature to get you to use more/buy more.
I told MH that I’d experienced the gamifying creep in other apps, such as my meditation apps and yoga streaming classes, which note how many times per week/days in a row I’ve used their daily meditation and/or yoga practice. Perhaps the fact that I find this irksome means I need more meditation/yoga/mindfulness in my life, but when, for example, the Calm app [2] shows me a weekly calendar with the days marked when I did their guided daily mediation (and thus when I didn’t), I feel like talking back to the app ( “Stop belying your name! It doesn’t make me feel calm when you point out the days you think I missed or skipped. I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but just because I didn’t meditate/do yoga with *you* today doesn’t mean I didn’t do it at all….Sorry, but you’re not the only fish in the sea app on my phone….” ).
Perhaps some folks find these reminders/trackers helpful, even motivating. Great; whatever levitates your zafu cushion floats your boat. But, why not have them be elective, as in, you must opt in to such features instead of having them be the default. For moiself, such reminders/trackers erase that fine line between encouraging and nagging.
Once again, I digress: this (the gamifying of everything) is not the proof that We are doomed. That came when MH reached across the table to show me what had just popped up on his cellphone screen. “Do you get these ads?” he asked, indicating the Anti Flatbutt technology ad (featuring a man’s buttocks clad in a tight pair of pants) on his screen. Sighing with world-weary commiseration, I said, yes, I’d noticed that ad popping up at least once on my phone. And while moiself appreciates seeing such a make-believe “problem” being marketed to men for a change, with all of the actual problems going on in the world – compelling problems which we need technology to solve or at least acknowledge and address – the existence of this particular ad may be the tipping point: there is no (or at least, little) hope. Is it time for us to buy the Doomsday RV®? [3]
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Department Of Sometimes A Lousy Book Has A Lousy Cover
We’ve all heard the aphorism:
Never/Don’t/You Can’t/You shouldn’t:
judge a book by its cover.
I recently (over) heard it used, in a public place, where Person #1 was chiding another person for making what Person #1 thought was an incorrect or rash assessment. I often find that trite, book-cover-judging, non-trusim to be dismissive and erroneous when it used to advise or admonish someone else for doing…simply what people do. So often in life that’s exactly what we have to do, when we have incomplete or partial information, or simply not enough time, but have to make a choice or decision.
Everyone is a judge, in and of their own life. And most everyone is accused at some point, when practicing the fine art of judging, as being judgmental.
That term gets a bad rap if I do say so moiself. [4] Every time I choose this and not that – from the significant decision of voting for a presidential candidate to the relatively minor but necessary-at-the-time decision of which dressing I want the waiter to bring for my salad… and all choices above and beyond and in between – unless I’m flipping a coin, I’m making a judgment that one choice is “better” – for me, my circumstances, my family, the planet…name your variable.
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Department of Employee Of The Month
It’s that time, to bestow that prestigious award upon moiself. Again. The need for which I wrote about here. [5]
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Freethinkers’ Thought Of The Week [6]
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May your life be free from gamifying;
May you be considerate with the judgements you need to make
(and be free to change them when they prove incorrect/unsuitable);
May you have a sympathetic jury when you are brought to trial for bitch-slapping the obsequious dude who rang your doorbell, ignoring your no soliciting sign, and tried to sell you his anti-flat butt technology;
…and may the hijinks ensue.
Thanks for stopping by. Au Vendredi!
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[1] Specifically, in the pear tree daughter Belle purchased and (with the help of MH) planted many years ago.
[2] Which I’ve mentioned before in this space and which I used on a regular basis.
[3] MH and I can never get an RV, because I have informed our offspring that if they ever discover that we have bought one it will be a signal that we have given up on humanity and plan to hit the road and see everything we can see because the climate change/MAGA-idiocracy-induced apocalypse is just around the corner.
[4] And I just did.
[5] Several years ago, MH received a particularly glowing performance review from his workplace. As happy as I was for him when he shared the news, it left me with a certain melancholy I couldn’t quite peg. Until I did.
One of the many “things” about being a writer (or any occupation working freelance at/from home) is that although you avoid the petty bureaucratic policies, bungling bosses, mean girls’ and boys’ cliques, office politics and other irritations inherent in going to a workplace, you also lack the camaraderie and other social perks that come with being surrounded by your fellow homo sapiens. No one praises me for fixing the paper jam in the copy machine, or thanks me for staying late and helping the new guy with a special project, or otherwise says, Good on you, sister. Once I realized the source of the left-out feelings, I came up with a small way to lighten them.
[6] “free-think-er n. A person who forms opinions about religion on the basis of reason, independently of tradition, authority, or established belief. Freethinkers include atheists, agnostics and rationalists. No one can be a freethinker who demands conformity to a bible, creed, or messiah. To the freethinker, revelation and faith are invalid, and orthodoxy is no guarantee of truth.” Definition courtesy of the Freedom From Religion Foundation, ffrf.org