Started reading the Cult of the Dead Cow book. An actual book with pages and stuff. We'll see how it goes.

spaceprobe.es is pretty cool.

Tobias Friedrich's split shots are wonderful. Half underwater, half overwater.

After years of me doing things myself around the house/garden, finally having to hire someone to trim trees. I mean I guess I could try to shimmy up to the top of the 50ft palm trees myself but I don't really want to die.

This morning I was catching up on Twitter things and was struck by a particular post by Moxie Marlinspike.

Whenever I talk with people into chemtrails, flat earth, or other conspiracies, I'm struck by how appealing a worldview with a "them" must be. If only we could stop "them!" As dark as those worldviews are, it is perhaps darker if there is no "them." That this world is just… us.

I remember the good old days when I didn't have allergies. Or as British people say, hay fever. There's something that blooms in the desert at this time of year that does not agree with me at all.

As the sun rises I see rain clouds moving in. All the windows in the house are open and the smell is in the air. The neighbor's dog is barking at the birds in the trees but I don't mind. A helicopter just flew overhead and I wonder what its story is, where did it come from, where is it going?

First thing in the morning with a cup of coffee in hand is the best time to scribble some things on this here internet website. Today I'm mostly giving the eye of annoyance to Lightroom. Or I should say whatever I did to Lightroom to now make it crash whenever there's an SD card in the reader. So that's cool.

A night of restlessness. Dreams of fields and abandoned haunted buildings. Coffee clearing the brain fog. Should be a nice day, no clouds, 84 degrees they say.

I reached a new level of being underwhelmed with today's Show Time event from Apple. I'm just not the target audience for credit cards, magazines, and exclusive games. They also utterly failed to sell that TV+ thing to me. No trailers, no pricing. Just felt really weird and un-Apple like. Yawn.

I still have lots of old school bloggers in my subscription list. I haven't cleaned it out. And won't. Just in case blogging becomes a thing again.

If you'd have asked me a few years ago if in 2019 we'd see the Twitters of Russell Brand as spiritual self help guru or Gillian Anderson as sex therapist I would have said no. Obviously. Yet here we are.

It's chucking it down outside and the patio doors are open. I don't know what's better, the smell of rain or the freshly brewed coffee?