Other than simply “being able to browse the web,” I have four specific things I need in my web browser of choice:

• Available for both my MacBook Air and my iPhone (and syncs bookmarks and browsing history between the two).
• Supports 1Password for password management.
• Supports Kagi as the default search engine.
• Supports some method for ad blocking on both desktop and mobile.

I’ve been promiscuous over the years, switching between Firefox, Camino, Opera, Safari, Chrome, using each for long periods, and then getting frustrated.

I’ve been using Safari pretty-well full time for several years, but with my recent decamping to Kagi from Google, I decided to try Orion, the browser made by Kagi itself, with both native support for its own search and built-in tracking and ad-blocking.

Orion proved an estimable drop-in replacement for Safari, and it almost checked all four boxes; it fell down, however, with 1Password support. In theory Orion does support 1Password, and it’s easy to install, requiring only a small tweak in the 1Password settings to work properly. But 1Password stopped working enough times, in weird and wonderful “open tab after tab after tab filled with error messages” ways, always, of course, at inconvenient “I need to do my banking right now” times, that I abandoned it.

I took a brief detour to Firefox, for old times sake: it has versions for macOS and iOS, syncs between the two, supports 1Password, supports switching to Kagi for search, but, because it doesn’t support extensions on mobile, didn’t support ad blocking. I’ve become so inured to an ad-free mobile web that there was no way I could continue.

So I’m back to Safari: Mac and iPhone support, of course; excellent 1Password; kludgy-but-sufficient support for Kagi via an extension that rewrites built-in Google searches; great ad blocking via Ghostery (desktop) and AdGuard (mobile).

Lisa and I have given This Box is for Good a website all its own.

Ann Patchett, in These Precious Days:

I hadn’t meant this as a dating strategy, but it functioned as one just the same, so I pass this along as advice: if you meet someone you like and you have the means to do so, ask that person to go with you to Vienna.

A few years ago James A. Reeves threw sunshine on Prince Edward Island, and on Clark and me:

Today I noticed two of my favorite blogs come from Prince Edward Island. Over the past few years, Peter Rukavina and Clark MacLeod have become welcome presences in my feed that epitomize a relaxed, more personal internet of yore—and hopefully the future. I have no idea if one referred me to the other or if they even know one another. I also realized I had no idea where Prince Edward Island was, so I looked it up this afternoon. It looks beautiful on the map: a squiggle tucked in the bottom of the Gulf of Saint Lawrence, its arms cocked northeast toward the coast of Newfoundland and the frozen cadence beyond: Labrador Trough. Baffin Bay. Cumberland Sound.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t through sunshine back.

James reappeared in January, after a season’s absence from my feedreader, and I find myself looking forward to every post. He is, at heart, a psychogeographer, and so his writing about place—Why Am I in Ohio?, Mysterium, On a Shrinking Globe in an Expanding Universe—is particularly welcome.

The Funniest, Simplest Game to Play Before Dinner:

So, this week, the boys and I went to dinner with our friend Grace, and while we waited for our food, we played the funniest simple game. As a group, you try to count to 20, and anyone can call out each number, but two people can’t say the number at the same time. So, for example, in our game, Toby said, “one,” and then we all looked around nervously until Anton called out, “two!” and then I quickly said, “three” before anyone else did, and then Grace and Anton said, “four” at the same time, and we had to start over. Make sense?

We do this as a warmup exercise in our improv class, and it can be fascinating: you stumble and wobble forever, then something meshes—perhaps everyone closes their eyes, or breathes together, or moves closer—and, presto, you’re a beautiful synchronized counting machine.

Thelma writes about her parents’ trip to Miami, 60 years ago this month, and how it conflued with world events. A lovely story.

How to buy sustainable salmon: an expert guide to navigating the nuance of eco-labels is a helpful guide.

Smoked salmon on a bagel is a Saturday morning ritual here, after two decades of it being a Saturday morning Charlottetown Farmers’ Market ritual for me and Olivia.

In the transition from farmers’ market salmon to supermarket salmon, though, we went from salmon sourced and smoked by the man who was slicing it to anonymous salmon caught (somehow) in Scotland or Norway and smoked (somehow) in Poland or South Africa.

(via Eat This Newsletter)