Scrolling through my feed this morning, I noticed something peculiar about the interactions on various social media platforms. The recent revelation that over 40% of Facebook posts are likely AI-generated didn’t shock me as much as it probably should have. The writing has been on the wall for quite some time.

Remember when social media was actually social? These days, it feels like I’m playing a bizarre game of “Spot the Human” whenever I open any social platform. Between the AI-generated content, automated responses, and sophisticated bots, genuine human interaction seems to be becoming a rare commodity in our digital town square.

The cost of living keeps climbing, but that doesn’t mean we need to stay cooped up at home counting our pennies. Recently, a vibrant online discussion caught my eye about free and affordable activities across Australia, and it reminded me just how lucky we are to have such incredible public spaces and cultural institutions at our doorstep.

The National Gallery of Victoria has been my sanctuary for years. There’s something magical about wandering through those water-wall doors and losing yourself in the permanent collections, all without spending a cent. The Ian Potter Centre at Federation Square particularly shines when it comes to Australian art, offering a profound connection to our cultural heritage that you just can’t get from a screen.

Standing at the beach this morning, watching three people get swept out by a rip current brought back memories of my teenage daughter’s first surf lesson. The instructor spent more time teaching about rip identification than actual surfing - and rightfully so.

The discussion I witnessed between beachgoers today highlighted a concerning statistic: while two-thirds of us think we can spot a rip current, only about a third actually can. That’s a dangerous confidence gap that puts lives at risk every summer.

Looking at the mesmerizing vacuum patterns someone shared online today brought back memories of my first apartment in Carlton. The carpet was this awful beige thing that showed every speck of dirt, but there was something oddly satisfying about seeing those perfect lines after a thorough vacuum.

The geometric patterns this cleaner created aren’t just lines - they’re a form of temporary art that speaks to our human desire for order and beauty in the mundane. The Art Deco-style patterns they’ve created through their vacuum strokes are genuinely impressive, transforming an everyday chore into something almost meditative.

The city’s been buzzing lately about our gloriously warm summer nights. Social media is filled with stories of late-night pool parties and evening barbecues stretching well past midnight - scenes that feel more Mediterranean than Melbourne. While many are celebrating this “perfect summer,” there’s an undercurrent of concern that’s impossible to ignore.

Looking out my window at the Dandenongs in the distance, I’m struck by the double-edged nature of this weather. The warm evenings are undeniably pleasant, but the tinder-dry conditions have local fire services on high alert. Friends living in the hills share stories of firefighters conducting preparedness checks, and the anxiety is palpable in their messages.

The latest FCC decision about landlords and internet service providers has sparked quite a discussion online, though I must say the headlines floating around are more dramatic than the reality. What’s really happening is the FCC has decided not to ban bulk billing arrangements for internet services in rental properties - essentially maintaining the status quo we’ve been living with for years.

Living in an apartment complex in South Yarra, I’m quite familiar with this dance. Our building came pre-wired for a specific provider, and while technically we could request another ISP to come in and install their infrastructure, good luck getting that approved by the body corporate. It’s reminiscent of the NBN rollout drama, just on a smaller scale.

The tech world’s insatiable appetite for rare earth metals is steering us toward a disturbing new era of resource colonialism. Recent discussions about Trump’s renewed interest in acquiring Greenland have exposed an uncomfortable truth: our digital future might be built on the same exploitative foundation as our industrial past.

Working in tech, I’ve witnessed firsthand how rapidly advancing AI technologies demand increasingly exotic materials. While the promise of artificial intelligence is exciting, the environmental and geopolitical costs are rarely discussed in our dev meetings or stand-ups. The recent revelation about plans for a $500 billion AI complex brings this issue into sharp focus.

The self-hosted software landscape never fails to amaze me with its constant evolution. Recently, I’ve been following the development of Calibre-Web Automated (CWA), and the release of version 3.0 marks a significant milestone in digital library management.

Running a home server setup has always been a bit of a hobby of mine. Between managing my collection of technical documentation, my daughter’s growing library of YA novels, and my wife’s extensive catalogue of historical fiction, having a reliable digital library system is crucial. The previous EPUB-only limitation often meant juggling multiple tools and formats, which was, frankly, a pain in the neck.

Reading through various workplace stories online today struck a particularly raw nerve. The tech industry can be a breeding ground for toxic workplace cultures, especially in the startup scene where the lines between professional relationships and personal friendships often blur dangerously.

The story that caught my attention involved a software professional who escaped a particularly toxic startup environment. Their experience resonated deeply with what I’ve witnessed throughout my two decades in tech. The familiar pattern of favouritism, where certain employees enjoy special privileges simply because they’re drinking buddies with management, is unfortunately all too common.

Reading about someone’s decade-long mix-up between their Unique Student Identifier and Unique Superannuation Identifier struck a chord with me today. The story highlights how easy it is to get tangled up in Australia’s maze of administrative acronyms and identifiers.

The bureaucratic overlap between USI (Student) and USI (Super) is exactly the kind of system design that makes me want to bang my head against my standing desk. Why do we insist on using the same acronym for two completely different identifiers? It’s like naming two different Melbourne train lines “Western” - it’s just asking for confusion.