Last weekend I built a page that I’m calling the listening room. It showcases the six latest songs from my ‘on repeat’ music list in a fun little room setting. the listening room I had been wanting to do something new with my music list for a while, and I had an abandoned project along these lines—place SVGs and...

The Syngonium Wendlandii is truly something special. With its deep green, velvety leaves, a silver stripe in the middle, and a relatively compact size, it sets itself apart from its counterparts. As an alternative, there is also the Syngonium Rayii, which, however, requires higher humidity but rewards with...

A month on our bicycles, unsupported, spanning the entire isle of Great Britain. Three countries. Five major cities. Tens of thousands of feet of incline. 800ish miles. Literally millions of sheep. If you missed the previous post, you can find Part 7 here. In this post, I reflect on what went well -- and what went...

A quick example of how to import a list of events from a text file using Khal.

My review of my Nokia G22. A phone touted as being easily repairable that doesn't quite live up to the standards it sets for itself.

When I read something I enjoy, I'd like a simple way to say thank you.

A short parable by Franz Kafka describes our crummy code? I think so and it feels good to escape this fate...

Ya sabéis que últimamente estoy reflexionando bastante sobre la vuelta a los blogs y a un Internet más humano y menos algorítmico, quizá una suerte de red paralela creada a nuestra medida y para nuestros gustos e intereses. Y ya publiqué una nota abogando por la vuelta a los blogs. Pero también estoy pensando muchas...

Was für ein toller Abend! Es waren einfach (fast) alle da! Alle Menschen die mir lieb und teuer sind in meiner kleinen Köln/Punk-Rock-Blase und noch mehr; sogar die lieben Menschen aus Stuttgart und Zürich waren da. Musikalisch gab es gewohnt routinierten Punk-Rock von den heftig sympathischen The Penske File aus...

George Ivanovich Gurdjieff I have been slowly replacing the rotten timbers on our front veranda. Broken Hill summer is making the work hot and cooking my brain. It has been especially warm in the afternoons. Yesterday I escaped to the couch with the swampy cooling the house and watched Gurdjieff in Armenia . I have...