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After yesterday’s post about the end of the Time Capsule, several people pointed me to James Chang’s project on GitHub to keep them running: Apple AirPort Time Capsules only support AFP and SMB1. Apple removed AFP support in macOS 27...
Live TONIGHT at 7:00 p.m. Eastern, Glenn will answer your questions, all of which you can submit by commenting on this recurring post.
Travis takes us on a sprawling photo essay about travel, cube draft, and what binds eight people together. The post CubeDungeonCon and the Soul of Indie Magic Events appeared first on Hipsters of the Coast.
We have a Starlink Mini dish mounted on the roof of our truck, for use when we are driving in areas with little or no cell service, which can be quite nice. It was plugged into a 12V outlet by the back seat. But a minor inconvenience...
I just gush about The Expanse.
Here is a fellow to strike terror into your heart. Meet Suchomimus tenerensis, a large, long-snouted spinosaurid theropod who prowled what is now Niger during the Early Cretaceous, roughly 125 million years ago. If you imagine a T. rex...
If you’ve been reading us for a while, you’ll know that I have an inordinate fondness for the early days of this here World Wide Web. I have become disenchanted with social media, the infinite scroll, and not just Web 3.0, but even Web...
Fiddle leaf fig does not respond well to being moved, especially from a spot where it is thriving. 10 Fiddle Leaf Fig
There’s a tradition of bloggers making grand announcements when they change something on their site, such as its visual design. As this strikes me as yet another manifestation of techno-individualism, a kind of PR for the demesne of me,...
A lot of things are always happening. Only one story matters. Claude Fable 5 and Claude Mythos 5 were shut down, by the White House, via an imposition of export controls at 5:23pm on Friday, wreaking all sorts of havoc. … Continue reading →
Allow me to introduce you to Jacques, as in Tati. He was a stray, sleeping out in our garden for two years – two very cold Winters – but wouldn’t stay when we coaxed him to feed him. Eventually we negotiated with the various people...
A mid-morning downpour. I push my chair back from the sudden curtain of roof-runoff and continue writing to the thrum of it. After half an hour it subsides into drizzle and birdsong. A male towhee flits through the yard, pursued by a...