When Apple disabled the startup sound by default in 2016, it was discovered that a Terminal command could bring it back:
sudo nvram BootAudio=%01
Unfortunately, that approach stopped working with Mac models in 2017, presumably due to Apple removing the option in a macOS update, and since then, new Macs have started up silently. Now, however, Twitter user DylanMcD8 has discovered a new NVRAM parameter that brings back the startup sound, even on the latest Macs.
As Americans, we should be frightened — deeply afraid for the future of the nation. When good men and women can’t speak the truth, when facts are inconvenient, when integrity and character no longer matter, when presidential ego and self-preservation are more important than national security — then there is nothing left to stop the triumph of evil.
This statement from any military official is terrifying, more so when it comes from a retired Navy admiral and commander of U.S. Special Ops who oversaw the raid on Osama bin Laden.
On my way to enjoy some time downtown I was passed by a burgundy sedan weaving through slow traffic in a gentrified residential neighborhood going something like 100 in a 30 with a screaming state trooper trailing about 70 yards behind.
I hope the trooper got him. That driver deserves some time for “reflection.”
Anyway, I’m enjoying a Cortado at our awesome local shop while waiting for a gin tasting hosted by Castle and Key at our favorite bar. I’m looking forward to learning more about gin, how it’s made, and the best ways to enjoy it.
Neil Peart, the drummer and lyricist for Rush, died Tuesday, January 7th, in Santa Monica, California at age 67, according to Elliot Mintz, a family spokesperson. The cause was brain cancer, which he had been quietly battling for three-and-a-half years. A representative for the band confirmed the news to Rolling Stone.
The Cursor blinks incessantly. Mocking me. Taunting me.
Blink. Blink. On. Off. On. Off. On.
On and on, marking the blank page.
The blinking Cursor makes me sad because no characters follow it.
Considering I used to write for a living, it surprises me how difficult it is to find my flow again. Granted, my decade as a newspaper journalist wrapped up more than a decade ago. In those days I would rattle off 400–1,000 words on some assigned topic after traveling, interviewing subjects, photographing subjects, and taking notes.
Lacking an assignment sucks away the drive to write; therefore, I need to take on the role of editor and some assignments for myself. Two things immediately come to mind and just as quickly get pushed out of mind.
Technology – I love it, but the market for that seems saturated and with no audience there is little point to it.
Politics – Sakes alive. There is plenty of cannon fodder strewn about to take this on, but anything I say paints a great big divisive target on my back (and front, sides, just one big target).
That leaves a third option more daunting than the first two. Fiction. I just need to set off down a path, follow it, and see where it leads.
Home alone yesterday and today while my wife and daughter attend a funeral for a family friend in Lexington, Ky.
Since there is a Japanese whisky tasting at London Calling, I'm spending a few minutes sipping some black Colombian coffee at Mad Priest before enjoying some of my favorite types of liquor. I'm more exciting for the December tasting with a round of bourbons from Buffalo Trace Distillery.
I also got to deliver gifts to my favorite people at the best bar in Chattanooga. Tonight I brought a cup of coffee for Kris (by request), a substantial portion of smoked pork for the crew, and a sample of Nag Champa. They burn incense in the bar and I figured they could use some of the best.
The Japanese have it figured out. If you can get your hands on Suntory, it's worth it.
Today is Sunday. Today is meat day.
The summer has just been too hot to stand by a fire in the Big Green Egg on our deck, but that isn't the case any longer. We knew mornings were going to greet us with temperatures in the high 30s so I bought the largest pork shoulder Costco had for sale.
Roughly 17–20 pounds of ex-pig is smoking on the BGE now. It should be ready to pull apart in about 10 hours or so. We can't wait!