Drove up to Hamburg, looked at an apartment, signed some papers, moving in on August 1st 4th. Visualizing my excitement with a Harry Potter themed GIF. This is Tumblr, after all.
– that cool internet dude from Hamburg, Germany
Drove up to Hamburg, looked at an apartment, signed some papers, moving in on August 1st 4th. Visualizing my excitement with a Harry Potter themed GIF. This is Tumblr, after all.
I was fifteen years old when I discovered the internet as I know and love it today. I signed up for a Twitter account in 2008. Since then, Twitter has been my favorite social network and honestly the only one I’ve ever really cared about. Thinking back, I realize that I’d be at a completely different place in life if I hadn’t stumbled across Twitter and hadn’t given it a try four years ago.
Back then, I had a basic knowledge of HTML, liked casual computer games and playing around in Photoshop. I had a bad taste in design, almost no skills (I didn’t know how to center an element in CSS up until 2009!) and a mediocre, abandoned blog with five posts in it. I even lacked a decent sense of humour. But still, people followed me. Older people and people with more experience chose to follow me on Twitter. I’m still incredibly thankful for that. Those people taught me about design and code, did a number of collaborative projects with me, and I became friends with many of them. Later this afternoon, I’ll drive up to Hamburg to look at an apartment that Lukas and I might move into in a couple of weeks. If it hadn’t been for Twitter, I wouldn’t know him and I wouldn’t even think about moving to Hamburg.
As I turn 20 years old this month, I know that I can’t think of myself as the youngest person in the room anymore. I often find myself belittling younger people on the web and not taking their work seriously. That’s because I sometimes still think of myself as a kid on the web, not as a grown-up.
It’s not that easy to give younger people a chance though: I follow enough people on Twitter, so following a new person has become a bigger deal to me. Back in the early days, I was desperately looking for people to follow, so I was happy about every new person I met. Right now, I don’t even look at my new follower’s recent tweets to decide if I want to follow them back. I just don’t.
I’m not entirely sure how to conclude this. “Take a look at yourself, be thankful, give something back”? Nope, too cheesy. Just try to think about what person you were when you first signed up for a Twitter account. But still, I will try to take younger people more seriously and criticize their work constructively instead of just shooting them down.
I’m not a fan of Tapbots’ design style. Gruber calls it “way over the top” in his latest Talk Show Episode (at 52:43) and I completely agree with him.
I don’t mind Tweebot’s iPhone app (and its design) much because it’s by far the best Twitter client on the device, and since all iPhone apps run in full screen mode, I’m also not constantly reminded how different it looks to other apps. However, on the Mac, Tweetbot looks cheap compared to standard UI apps. I like apps that get out of my way when displaying content. Tweetbot is doing the exact opposite by putting a heavy dark frame around it. I want light windows on my screen, not little weird-looking robots.
The other thing I don’t understand about Tweetbot for Mac is its current alpha stadium. Why would they release a feature-incomplete app that feels really sluggish1 on older machines? I might switch to Tweetbot for Mac in a couple of months when it’s ready, but I’ll stay with the official Twitter app for now.
Twitter for Mac is scrolling super-smooth on my 2008 MacBook, Tweetbot is far more stuttery and slow. ↩
Almost exactly four months ago, I wrote an article (German) about all the messaging services I used, and how none of them was perfect (or even decent). Since then, my messaging habits have changed and I’ve come across some new problems.
As I began to use Messages.app on the Mac more regularly, duplicate notifications on the Mac and the iPhone became a bigger annoyance for me. I don’t need my iPhone to notify me of new iMessages when I’m working on the big screen. I used to keep my phone on silent/vibrate most of the time, but as I became more irritated by the constant vibrating on my desk, I chose to turn off vibrate for the iPhone’s silent mode. So for a couple of weeks, I’ve been switching my phone to this silent silent mode when I sit down in front of my computer.
Naturally, I forget to turn off my custom silent mode all the time when I’m leaving my desk. That is not a huge danger though: I’ve only missed one phone call so far and pretty much every other (useful) phone notification also gets pushed to my Mac.
iOS 6’s new Do Not Disturb feature seems pretty cool and useful but doesn’t solve my notification problem. I want the phone’s screen to light up when there’s a new notification (excluding iMessage alerts), even when I’m working on my computer and it’s sitting right on my desk. It’s fine that I don’t see this kind of subtle visual alert when I’m concentrated on my work, but there’s no harm in taking a quick glance at the phone when I’m browsing the web.
I thought about solutions and came up with this obvious suggestion: if your phone is at home or work (geofence!) and you were active on the respective Mac in e.g. the last two minutes, no notification should be sent to your phone. If you don’t react to the Mac notification(s) in that time span, one notification should be sent to your phone.
The other day, I was talking to Daniel, who also turned vibrate off for his phone’s silent mode and is much happier since then. He mentioned that (some?) Android phones have a sensor that allows them to determine if their screen is facing upwards or downwards when sitting on a table. I’d like to see a similiar sensor in a future iPhone to trigger Do Not Disturb. Turning your phone face-down if you don’t want to see notifications on its screen is a pretty intuitive action. I’d happily upgrade to a new iPhone with that feature.

Stellt euch vor, ihr möchtet auf ein Konzert gehen, kauft schon Monate vorher Karten dafür und seid voller Vorfreude. Dann ist endlich der Konzerttag da, ihr fahrt hin, steht in einer heißen, vollgeschwitzten Halle, wartet dort und endlich tritt die Band auf, die ihr gerne sehen wollt. Doch dann erklärt der Sänger euch mit einer schrecklich krächzenden Stimme, dass er heute gar nicht singen kann. Enttäuschung? Eigentlich ja. Aber nicht bei Edward Sharpe.
Hier steht nämlich eine zwölfköpfige Band auf der Bühen. Alle Musiker singen mit und es tut gar nicht weh, dass Alex Ebert, der bärtige Frontmann mit dem weißen Gewand, nur auf der Bühne hüpft, ein bisschen in sein Mikrofon grölt und ab und zu seine Band fragt, wie die nächsten Textzeilen lauten und was sie als nächstes spielen wollen. »You wanna do 40 Day Dream?«
Und sonst? Großartiger Sound, alles klang sogar noch schöner, voller und mitreißender als auf den Alben. Tolles Konzert.
Wochenende: aus unerfreulichen familiären Gründen in hübsche schwäbische Kleinstädte fahren.
Chrome für iOS: seit etwa 20 Minuten veröffentlicht und auf den ersten Eindruck sehr überzeugend. Bleibt erstmal im Dock.

Ich buk heute Pizza, und zwar (entgegen aller Erwartungen) nicht, wie vorhin gelogen, um meinen Horizont zu erweitern, sondern aus dem einfachen Grund, dass ich Zeit und Appetit auf Pizza hatte und sogar von angeblich veganer Bestellpizza zuletzt schlimm Asthma bekam1. Außerdem machte ich schlechte Handyfotos im Küchenkunstlicht, die leider nicht wirklich appetitlich aussehen. Werde wohl kein Foodfotograf.
In diesem Backbuch, das scheinbar jede Mutter besitzt, steht ein Grundrezept für Hefeteig, das man für Pizza nur leicht anpassen muss. Also besorgte ich heute morgen frische Hefe und die restlichen fehlenden Zutaten, warf alles in eine Backschüssel, knetete, fluchte über meine klebrigen Hände, stellte den Teig zum Ruhen versehentlich an einen ziemlich kalten Platz, knetete wieder, fluchte wieder, probierte es im lauwarmen Backofen noch einmal, knetete, fluchte und hatte nach ein paar Stunden endlich fertigen Teig. Als nächstes sollte man eine Sauce aus Tomaten, Zwiebeln, Knoblauch und ein paar Gewürzen kochen. Das ging ziemlich flott.

Nächste Schwierigkeit: den ohnehin schon störrischen Hefeteig irgendwie davon überzeugen, flach und pizzaförmig zu werden. Keine Ahnung, wie ich das geschafft habe. Zusätzlich zur Tomatensauce legte ich noch Grünzeug, Paprika, Thunfisch und Oliven auf den Teig und schob alles noch einmal in den Backofen. Wenn man routiniert ist, schafft man das alles bestimmt schneller als in vier Stunden und die Küche sieht danach vielleicht sogar noch bewohnbar aus.

Fazit: Pizza selbst backen ist nur empfehlenswert für Allergiker und Leute, die zu viel Zeit haben und aus irgendwelchen Gründen ihre Küche besonders dreckig und klebrig machen wollen. Oh, und diesen Beitrag schreibe ich tatsächlich höchstens halb ironisch, denn persönlich bloggen ist cool. Und ich bin jetzt satt!