The Age of Abundance
(tomblomfield.com)
I wrote a Twitter post at the weekend that caused a bit of a stir.
I wrote a Twitter post at the weekend that caused a bit of a stir.
What We Knew Without Knowing
(newyorker.com)
I said I wasn’t sure where we left off, Dr. MacKinnon said why not begin where you are now. I said I wasn’t sure where I was now, life seemed rather scattered, we had not seen Quintana but had talked to her, she had seemed on the occasions we spoke in generally good spirits, fairly upbeat. Still, I found myself worrying, waiting for the bad news to kick in.
I said I wasn’t sure where we left off, Dr. MacKinnon said why not begin where you are now. I said I wasn’t sure where I was now, life seemed rather scattered, we had not seen Quintana but had talked to her, she had seemed on the occasions we spoke in generally good spirits, fairly upbeat. Still, I found myself worrying, waiting for the bad news to kick in.
Ungovernable, Capricious Life
(nybooks.com)
The sense of vulnerability is crushing, but it is also one of the characteristics Kureishi reveals about himself that makes him so likable here, and the writing so intimate.
The sense of vulnerability is crushing, but it is also one of the characteristics Kureishi reveals about himself that makes him so likable here, and the writing so intimate.
What My Father's Emails Taught Me About the Craft of Writing
(lithub.com)
The computer lab where I checked my email was in the basement of Cornell’s Electrical and Computer Engineering building. A windowless room with thin, industrial carpet that felt like a second home. There was a vending machine outside the doors where, for under a dollar, I could buy a strawberry Pop-tart for dinner.
The computer lab where I checked my email was in the basement of Cornell’s Electrical and Computer Engineering building. A windowless room with thin, industrial carpet that felt like a second home. There was a vending machine outside the doors where, for under a dollar, I could buy a strawberry Pop-tart for dinner.
Insomnia, Control
(sonnet.io)
I'm trying to get back into a regular posting schedule, so I hope you won't mind keeping things a bit less techy for a minute (or sixty). I'll do my best to follow the rules of this site: spark your curiosity, entertain you or, at the very least, inspire you (because you'll realise you can do it even better!).
I'm trying to get back into a regular posting schedule, so I hope you won't mind keeping things a bit less techy for a minute (or sixty). I'll do my best to follow the rules of this site: spark your curiosity, entertain you or, at the very least, inspire you (because you'll realise you can do it even better!).
Remembering Nan Shepherd
(lrb.co.uk)
In the months following my parents’ deaths, I decided to buy a flatbed scanner as a partial fix for the drifts of paper they had accumulated after sixty years in the same house – receipts, letters, photographs, notes and diaries.
In the months following my parents’ deaths, I decided to buy a flatbed scanner as a partial fix for the drifts of paper they had accumulated after sixty years in the same house – receipts, letters, photographs, notes and diaries.
On: Lisp, on Lisp, and MySelf
(pyrope.net)
Common Lisp, On Lisp, and me? What more could you ask for in a blog post
Common Lisp, On Lisp, and me? What more could you ask for in a blog post
Never Forgive Them
(wheresyoured.at)
In the last year, I’ve spent about 200,000 words on a kind of personal journey where I’ve tried again and again to work out why everything digital feels so broken, and why it seems to keep getting worse, despite what tech’s “brightest” minds might promise.
In the last year, I’ve spent about 200,000 words on a kind of personal journey where I’ve tried again and again to work out why everything digital feels so broken, and why it seems to keep getting worse, despite what tech’s “brightest” minds might promise.
Never Forgive Them
(wheresyoured.at)
In the last year, I’ve spent about 200,000 words on a kind of personal journey where I’ve tried again and again to work out why everything digital feels so broken, and why it seems to keep getting worse, despite what tech’s “brightest” minds might promise.
In the last year, I’ve spent about 200,000 words on a kind of personal journey where I’ve tried again and again to work out why everything digital feels so broken, and why it seems to keep getting worse, despite what tech’s “brightest” minds might promise.
Never Forgive Them
(wheresyoured.at)
In the last year, I’ve spent about 200,000 words on a kind of personal journey where I’ve tried again and again to work out why everything digital feels so broken, and why it seems to keep getting worse, despite what tech’s “brightest” minds might promise.
In the last year, I’ve spent about 200,000 words on a kind of personal journey where I’ve tried again and again to work out why everything digital feels so broken, and why it seems to keep getting worse, despite what tech’s “brightest” minds might promise.
Optimistic Computing
(deobald.ca)
I recently made two new friends: Abhinav Omprakash and Dawn Walker. Abhinav said I’m an optimist and I should write about it. Dawn said I shouldn’t try to coin any new terms.
I recently made two new friends: Abhinav Omprakash and Dawn Walker. Abhinav said I’m an optimist and I should write about it. Dawn said I shouldn’t try to coin any new terms.
The Surreal Magnificence of Fatherhood
(shreyans.org)
His arrival, our survival, and many transformations.
His arrival, our survival, and many transformations.
Slow Email (2008)
(blogspot.com)
I've never been a slow-anything person, other than riding slowly up mountains, and that's only because of the weakness of flesh, not any unwillingness of spirit. So it's not often that I embrace a Slow movement.
I've never been a slow-anything person, other than riding slowly up mountains, and that's only because of the weakness of flesh, not any unwillingness of spirit. So it's not often that I embrace a Slow movement.
Adventures with Jean
(theamericanscholar.org)
Striking up a friendship with an older writer meant accepting the risk of getting hurt
Striking up a friendship with an older writer meant accepting the risk of getting hurt
Boredom is an invitation to slow down
(papanotes.com)
It's 3:22 p.m., and I'm sitting in the clinic's waiting room. They send you to this place when you have an emergency that isn't urgent enough for the ER.I'm here with my daughter, who needs to see a doc. (She's good now)A few other kids are in the waiting room—all with only one of their parents.
It's 3:22 p.m., and I'm sitting in the clinic's waiting room. They send you to this place when you have an emergency that isn't urgent enough for the ER.I'm here with my daughter, who needs to see a doc. (She's good now)A few other kids are in the waiting room—all with only one of their parents.