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.
Recreating the Canon Cat document interface
Alexander Obenauer on rebuilding the Canon Cat’s document interface. The bit I keep coming back to is from the Cat’s own How-To Guide:
When our designers created the Cat they threw out all the junk that makes computers clunky and held onto the personality and immediacy of a typewriter.
Cochinita pibil, yes please.
7 a.m. Monday, on hold with banks. This too is part of life’s glorious mosaic.
The ritual of making my morning coffee grounds the rest of my day.
I spent the rest of my day honing the atlas articles and revisiting old ideas and trips. I had a lot of fun reminiscing about my trip to Tanzania in 2014.
I’ve spent my morning staring at a terminal, porting old wiki entries I’d collected over the years into my atlas. With any luck, that section of my website will be live soon.
You might as well fall flat on your face as lean over too far backward.
It’s validating to see that other people are having this problem too, and working with old computers to help them write.
I’m up early this morning roasting some cauliflower before the day warms up.
It's getting harder to focus every day
This one hits close to home.
It’s been ten years since Apple killed the headphone jack, and I’m still bitter about it.
I’ve been having a difficult time slowing down and getting some writing done, but this morning I closed everything except for Vim and collected my thoughts about the thing I've been working on over the last few weeks.
Things I Stopped Self-Hosting (And Why Cloud or Managed Won)
I’ve been feeling the time burden lately with all of the services I’ve been hosting. I hate renting everything, but I’m also feeling an intense need to get some of my time back.
The new age will belong to those who master meaning. Which begs another question: What legacy do you want to leave behind? Life is a mosaic of moments, where the only moment that matters is now. There’s no time like the present.
We aren’t in this part of town very often, so the kids and I thought we’d try out this new place.
Sometimes trying to run Linux feels like being one of those historical reenactors who pretend to live as life used to be, all while living a life that in no way meshes with the real world.
I spent all morning writing about some of the programming I did last week. It was great to collect my thoughts, but all I have to show for it is a jumbled mess of words at this point. It’s going to take quite a bit more work to get it to a point where I’d want to put my name on it.
Writing is hard.
My daughter has been learning to play the bass, so this song has been on repeat in our house lately as we try to emulate Tina Weymouth’s fantastic bass line.
It’s 4:30 in the morning, and I’m cooking some salmon to have with lunch before the day gets hot.
I spotted this banner while on my walk through Rountree.