The Cluetrain Manifesto will turn 25 in two months. I am one of its four authors, and speak here only for myself. The others are David Weinberger, Rick Levine, and Chris Locke. David and Rick may h…
Notes from migrating 24 years of blog posts from Wordpress to Ghost
As I mentioned in my previous post, it was no small task to migrate an old blog from one system to another. A few people asked how I did it, so I'm sharing some notes I wrote along the way. Why leave Wordpress.com? I've used Wordpress for over a
Creating a website can be daunting, especially for if you're not a developer. This is a summary of a conversation with Sara Joy. Our vision is to make it easy for anyone to create a beautiful and functional website.
20+ years ago it was a thing for folks to make MySpace profiles for their pals. I've been thinking lately how I want all my pals to have their own personal website, and how I might help them make one. realnice looks real promising. They set out to build a good-looking website builder that was…
We Are Witnessing the Last Gasps of the Timeline Era
I did it. I deleted my profiles on Mastodon, Bluesky, and Twitter. Now it’s time to write down All the Thoughts™, as is customary. I am now one of the enlightened, free from the shackles of the perpetual scrolling machine. I must broadcast my decision to the heavens for all to enjoy. Sarcasm aside, I have been bored of the timeline era for a while now and an election year is a great time to cut back on the social cacophony.
Yesterday after a strength-training session I had a very innocuous mini argument with my partner about misplacing some things at home. Which after I simply slumped and curled up into a ball on the...
Another Sunday, a regular one this time, unlike the last. I did a lot of long-pending chores that I had been avoiding for quite a few days, followed by a good amount of reading. As...
Listen, I get it. It’s become a common joke for Boomers and some early Gen Xers to tease young people for their lack of knowledge on outdated technology, like rotary phones, typewriters or ca…
I've recently about the concept of following many blogs. I was worried that if I allowed myself to follow lots of people then I would eventually end up swam...
Korczak Ziolkowski wakes up early on a bitter cold winter's morning - the same way he has for several decades - after breakfasting and a few mugs of the hottest coffee his palette can stand,
Telling stories in an established fictional universe
I was watching the first episode of The Rings Of Power with the kids a few days ago. It is the second time through the series for me. I watched the whole thing not too long after it first came out but I was sick at the time and barely remember any of it. I recall liking it then, though, and I am enjoying it so far this time as well.
Photo by Roméo A. on Unsplash Your body has a weird way of reminding you of your “age.” For me, that reminder came in the form of jetlag. There was a time when my jet lag would be gone in…
Buildings and property should be owned by the people that live and work there.
🔗 The Work Of Restoration - by Addison Del Mastro: I often wonder why it is that pretty much no town or city ever seems to just permit the old process by which the original city grew. This is so rare as to suggest that it is basically impossible. Is it? Maybe it doesn’t really matter, but my hesitation is that these projects—especially if they remain under the purview of a single private management company—could one day turn out to be strip malls in urbanist clothing, presenting the same problems of unresponsive management, land speculation over maintenance, and physical deterioration, all at the scale of multiple urban blocks which could, in the best of times, house hundreds of people and dozens of independent enterprises.
Someone on mastodon mentioned that the state I was describing in my last post – Which after I simply slumped and curled up into a ball on the floor. I laid there for a long while, unable to move –...
a waitress saw that i was painting this and she gestured to her colleague to take a look. he joked that he couldn’t recognise what they were. later on he said that he envied that i could paint,...