Springfield MO US
It’s too hot here to want to do much of anything.
This little corner of my website is where I collect things from the everyday goings-on in my life. It’s a chronicle, exhibit, and junk-drawer all at once. I have not had a social media profile in quite a few years now, so this part of my website fills a similiar purpose to what those places did for me in years past.
It’s too hot here to want to do much of anything.
Getting old is wanting to redesign your website because the text you yourself wrote a week ago is too small to read in the early hours of the morning.
A weekend with no set plans is like a blank sheet of paper: exciting, full of possibilities, and still empty if all you do is stare at it. This morning, however, rest is in order, so I’m floating in the vast void of nothingness, with a cup of coffee.
I’m getting out for a post-storm walk before it gets dark.
I Built a Blog and Forgot to Write
It’s easy to lose sight of why we’re doing something when the thing we’re doing is complex.
My mind has been such a jumble lately. The things I need to do and the things I want to get done keep stacking on top of each other, higher and higher, a Jenga tower that feels one nudge from going over.
Grabbing some coffee with Claire before an appointment.
And it’s back to packing lunches, if only for a week. School starts in about a month, and I’m dreading the routine already.
When I was in my early twenties, I took great pride in never owning a suit. After a while I realized it wasn’t worth holding on to. My whole career, I’ve been proud of never having a proper resume. That one, I’m starting to think, isn’t worth holding on to either.
Keeping this house in order feels like its own full-time job.
Another weekend gone already.
In writing, you must kill all your darlings.
A middle-of-the-night interruption, then back to sleep and out until 7:00am for once. Turns out maybe sleeping on the floor in a dusty old house isn’t the healthiest thing in the world.
I spent a good chunk of my day writing about a long walk I took, so I figure I might as well get a second walk in.
Reading my own writing aloud brings up childhood trauma about being made to read in front of the class.
I love walking in the woods when it is gloomy and dim.
I was told that I am “Cheap with money, wildly extravagant with time” and I intend to give this the consideration it deserves, at length, over several days, for free.
Oskar Wickström applying Bringhurst to the web: rem proportions, justified text with actual hyphenation, one typeface doing all the work. I tried the vertical-rhythm half on my own site and backed it out; the per-element discipline cost more than it returned.
My son and I are getting out of the house for some salad and quiche. You know, manly foods.
justif - publication-grade text justification for the web
This is a neat project that brings Knuth-Plass justification to the web.