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Hi! If you're here for the public links and stories, happy browsing! I also added a music tag.

I love getting comments! Please no "shoulds" or "why don't you just".

Happy to give access to folks who can read and comment with kindness. Let me know if you're interested.

It's always access-change Amnesty Day around here. If you want to stop having access, I can take you back off, no questions asked. Likewise, I may change my reading/access list if I can't cope with something, with no implied judgments.

I wrote some books about healing from trauma!

Wellspring of Compassion: Self-Care for Sensitive People Healing from Trauma
Welcome to support and comfort whether you are new to healing or an old hand, whether the trauma is long past or ongoing.

Presence After Trauma: Reconcile with Your Self and the World
This book is a non-judgmental companion for your healing process after the initial crisis is over.

Embodying Hope: Living in Difficult Times with a Difficult Past
We embody hope when we keep moving forward, one stubborn step after another, and when we take shelter for protection and rest.


How to make a post sticky, for future reference, and anyone else who's wondering.
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The whooo whoooooo of an owl as I biked home through town just after sunset. It must be so lovely for the people who live there to hear an owl from the trees nearby.

Someone skillfully playing a low musical horn as I sat at home. I thought a new neighbor might be practicing tuba, but I saw someone walking by more or less wrapped in a horn and playing it. It didn't seem big enough to be a tuba, so I'm not sure what horn it was. Maybe they'll walk by making music again and I can get a better look at it.
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Looking for advice about dealing with a housesitter.

I was nervous about turning my house over to a housesitter, but I didn't want Basil to be alone for 3 weeks while I was away in the Republic of Georgia. I cleaned everything and put away things that seemed vulnerable to harm, like my carbon steel knives that need to be immediately washed and dried after use.

One thing I was nervous about was the possibility of a stranger bleeding on my sheets. I was always careful and washed out blood before it could stain, but it's not a conversation one can really have. Sure enough, she said she washed the sheets before I got home, but I see stains on them. She probably washed them in warm and set them in. :-( I'll try to wash it out, but it grates that I have to.

Something I didn't anticipate, is that she broke the tub spout so that it doesn't fully shift the water to the shower anymore. I was really looking forward to a proper shower too, rather than rinse (sometimes with cold water), turn water off and soap up, then rinse again. I asked about it by message last night, and she said it was like that from the first time she tried to use it. Worked fine when I left. We're going to look at it together when she comes to return the key so I can see what she did. The toilet paper holder is also loose, so she seems to have a heavy hand.

The problem is, I already paid her and added a tip ($70) before I discovered these things, and she didn't disclose them herself. I felt pressured to pay quickly, and noticed I felt uncomfortable, but figured she needed the money or was worried about being paid.

I'm thinking of asking her to refund the tip, and I'm wondering whether I should ask her to foot some of the plumbing bill.

Have you had an issue with a housesitter before? How did you resolve it? Is this considered normal wear and tear for someone staying at the house?
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Yesterday morning we all got on a minibus in Ahaltsikhe for the 3 1/2 hour ride back to Tbilisi. (Pronounced Bilisi with the emphasis on the first syllable and a “t” sound in front. It means “warm place” for the sulfur hot springs there.) The first part of the drive snakes and switchbacks through mountains with views of green rugged valleys, and then it opens out to flatter terrain. Tbilisi itself is very hilly.

The day before we left, someone dumped five young puppies on the guest house property. Maybe 4 weeks old, friendly, hungry. No mother in sight. Mix of black, spotted, brindled. Two were smaller than the others, and the small black one moved awkwardly as if its hips weren’t formed right. I knew we couldn’t take responsibility for them, and I didn’t know if the guest house owner would be interested, but Mari, our singer who speaks Georgian requested some milk and bread and water for them. They ate eagerly.

I checked on them before we left, and the brown spotted one with one blue and one brown eye cried piercingly to me. Eager puppies crowded around my feet. Mari brought them more food, and one of the local adult strays came of to investigate both the puppies and the food. She (?) sniffed them, licked them, and played with them gently. Our Georgian-speaking tour assistant contacted some kind of animal shelter so hopefully they will be cared for. It was hard for us all to leave them behind.

We arrived at the Tbilisi guest house in mid-afternoon and stood around in the yard for a while waiting for rooms and beds to be assigned. I ended up in the same bed I slept in at the beginning of the trip, which is what I would have done in the first place, but now with a dozen irritated mosquito bites on my legs, which kept me from sleeping well.

I had asked Ray to go to the Open Air Ethnographic Museum with me, but he said he wanted to go the next day when there was more time, so I shrugged and went by myself. I stopped for snacks at Europroduct since we never had lunch, and called a Bolt car (like Lyft, but much cheaper) like a grownup experienced traveller. I did get a little scared when the driver stuck to twisty one-lane back streets, but we did come out at the museum at the top of the hill.

It’s a series of typical homes from different regions and periods in Georgia, with furnishings and a docent in each one. Some of the docents can even give their speech in English! The best part was chatting with George A (full name to be added later) who makes woodcuts of the cabins and places in Georgia. I bought a small mountain scene from near Akhaltsikhe.

Took a Bolt back, which came more quickly than I expected and he took main roads back. Gratefully accepted some dinner from our host Keti, and listened to her and her middle-aged daughter Nino and tour leader Carl chat in Georgian. Took a shower and then asked Nino if she wanted to go for a walk, and we walked to Vake Park which is almost back to the Ethnographic museum! It was a lovely walk and she practiced her extensive English.

Then I repacked and set my alarm for 3:30am for a 6:45 flight departure from Tbilisi airport. I really didn’t sleep much, partly from anxiety about taking Bolt to the airport, and finally got up at 3:15 and crept out. Bolt worked fine, although there was a minor misunderstanding about pickup location and he drove his Tesla very fast. Took the 2 1/2 hour flight to Istanbul, kicked around the huge airport with a 4 hour layover, and now we’re boarding soon.

They offered 600 Euros and a hotel stay to get bumped to the next flight, and I considered it, since I don’t know when I might be in Istanbul again. The night before was also a short night because out last day in Akhaltsikhe we sang during the day, then visited a nearby mountain monastery, then had a goodbye Supra (singing dinner party) until 1am, then packed up for the morning departure. I just want to go home.

Now we are boarded for the 13 1/2hour flight home. After which, baggage, Customs, BART, walk, and home.
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In the June session of the choir I sing with, we learned the Georgian song Mamli Mukhasa, using the following uncredited source video, although we didn’t include the second slow part at the end.



The small city of Akhaltsikhe is in the Meskheti region of Georgia, and we are here learning songs local to the region from songmaster Zaza Tamarashvili and his Meskheti Ensemble. A couple days after we arrived, we went to a harvest festival in a nearby village where the ensemble was performing. We joined in on the local version of Mravalzhamier that Zaza had just taught us. They also sang Ok’ro Mch’edelo and Mamli Mukhasa that I knew well enough to sing along without a word sheet.

The last song Zaza taught us is Mamli Mukhasa. Turns out it’s from Meskheti. As he taught us the slow part at the end, I put the video together with the person in front of me, and realized the video is of him and his ensemble! It was uploaded 12 years ago, so he’s a little grayer, but still singing the song the same way. He looks intimidating, but in addition to being a fantastic singer, he’s a kind, warm person and a great teacher. He taught us seven songs each with three parts in four days, including having to dictate the lyrics on the spot because he didn’t even have word sheets, much less sheet music.

He is dedicated to the history and folklore of his home region of Meskheti. The Mravalzhamier video is filmed at Rabati Castle (the “new castle” that Akhaltsikhe is named for) and he gave us a tour there today. He is also a physics professor - running and singing with a folk ensemble doesn’t pay the rent in Georgia any more than it does in the US.
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Scarcely Gone by Marissa Lingen, [personal profile] mrissa, a graceful inversion of a ghost story.
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There are tiny little shops everywhere in Tbilisi selling vegetables, and convenience-sized stores selling the usual convenience store items. Mostly useful for getting more bottled water while out walking. Larger grocery stores or supermarkets are harder to find.

We went to a “grocery store” near the guest house, and it turned out to have mostly fresh vegetables, some meat and dairy, and some packaged nuts and dried fruit. I bought some dried apples (that turn out to be sugared like mango slices) and some pistachios that fortunately turned out to be roasted and salted. There was a “Europroduct” store nearby that turned out to have more of the packaged foods I was looking for, including a gluten-free section. I bought some delicious gluten-free chocolate-covered butter cookies, rice cakes, and tahini (which turned out to leak slightly, not a good sign, so I turned it over to the kitchen here to use or dispose of). Fortunately I haven’t needed my supplies that much, but they’re good to have, especially with the late mealtimes. Breakfast at 9, lunch at 2, dinner at 8.

My friend had told me about a big supermarket with a gluten-free section at Liberty Square in Tbilisi, which was harder to get to without buses running on Rustaveli Ave. We did finally get there after a long day of walking, and by then I felt well enough supplied and didn’t buy anything. The store is called Goodwill.

I lost the plot while I was packing, and only brought one knee-length skirt and two pairs of black pants, along with several tops. It’s way too hot to wear black pants, so I was searching for another skirt to buy. We stopped in various boutiques and vintage stores, and I finally found a long-ish skirt of a light material (hopefully cotton?) in kind of a burnt orange color with a subtle swirl & flower pattern. Not my usual color, and longer than I like, but I did bring a white top that matches it, and I can wear it inside Georgian Orthodox churches where women are required to wear a skirt that covers the knees, a top that covers the shoulders, and a head scarf.

The skirt was 60 lari, about $25, not too bad. It was at a vintage store, but the salesperson said it was new, even though it didn’t have tags. Fortunately it smells neither chemical-y from dyes nor stinky from people’s perfumes or laundry detergent. I may have gotten overcharged if I should have bargained, but whatever.

We went to a huge flea market/farmers market/cluster of small shops because Molly wanted spices. She wended her way in by memory and found the exact spice seller she liked from three years before, and bought a substantial bag of spices for what she said came to $8. Maybe I should have bought some too, but that wasn’t one of my goals.

I had itchy swelling bites from the local mosquitoes, to the point where I started wondering about bedbugs or spiders, but I’m assured it’s the mosquitoes. I stopped in at a random tiny pharmacy, pointed at the most swollen bug bite, and asked for hydrocortisone. I got “green ointment” with herbs instead, which I shrugged and bought. I thought she said “60…70 lari” and I didn’t argue. It turned out to be “16…17 lari”, so $7 for the 20g tube. It eased the itching, and by the end of the day the swelling was much better, so that worked out well.

Later I stopped in a random electronics store to get a European USB charger, because the one I bought through Amazon was falling out of the outlet. I paid 60 lari for one that takes both USB A and USB C, which again, I needed it, so it’s fine. It was 35 for just USB C. I heard someone say they paid more like 45 for a single one, so I guess I did ok.

As we were walking around we came across the Otkhi Ceramics Factory (TripAdvisor link) and looked at their factory store. I bought a small mug, and the others bought something too. Otkhi means 4, and it was founded by 4 ceramic artists.
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The trip has been lovely so far. And tiring and stressful in some ways. But also so much exactly what I wanted that it moves me to tears when I think about it.

My fellow students have been very kind. Two others arrived early and stayed at the same guest house, and we all poked around Tbilisi together. They had been here before and are better at staying oriented and also more willing to use the Google Maps app (I decided I should install it but couldn’t bring myself to do it) so it was a huge relief to walk around with them rather than trying to get oriented on my own. Tbilisi is a hilly, old city with twisty narrow streets at all angles to each other.

The main through-street in town, Shota Rustaveli Ave, was abruptly shut down for road work a couple of days before we arrived. This is the wide, straight street all the bus lines run on, so traffic and buses were all snarled up. I did install Bolt, a ride app like Uber, and call a couple of taxis. It’s immensely cheaper than Uber in the Bay Area, only a few dollars to get across town, including sitting in the aforementioned traffic.

One cultural difference is that drivers (and motor-bike riders and pedestrians) don’t wait to be let in. They just go. All the drivers are very alert and attentive and ready to stop when someone cuts in. There are probably mutually understood rules about when to go.

The guest house serves breakfast, and while a lot of it is bread-based, they eat buckwheat made from whole grains, so they made some of that for me instead of my using the milled buckwheat cereal I brought with me. Georgian hospitality is legendary. It’s a good thing I was only at the guest house for 3 mornings because the portion Keti served me got larger each day.

We ate our other meals at restaurants, and I had the best dolmas I’ve ever had, but overall it was hard to find food that was both gluten- and nightshade-free. My system seems to be handling it okay, kind of achy but no full migraines (yet). I’ve been taking tylenol or advil when it starts tightening down.

The weather in Tbilisi was miraculously warm and slightly rainy rather than oppressively hot. Before the trip I kept reading that late July and August are anti-recommended times to visit there, and thinking welp, but we got lucky.

There are a lot of stone buildings, and brick, and some plaster. Balconies everywhere, and bars on windows, with ornate handmade metalwork, each a little different from the next, as my new friend the goldsmith pointed out.

Steps and gaps and broken stone on the sidewalks, not ADA-compliant as one person told me. We saw exactly two handicapped ramps, one of them with impassably rough broken pavement leading up to it. Very few traffic lights with pedestrian crossings. Looooong lights where they exist.

To be continued, since it’s getting late.
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Even though my flight to Istanbul and then Tbilisi, Georgia isn't until 1pm, and I don't have to leave to catch the BART train until 8:30am to be at the airport 3 hours early, I got up at 5am to start making the adjustment to Georgia time. An 11 hour time difference is a lot, and I don't adjust well. I'm trying melatonin, too. So I have time to update here after all the packing and cleaning is done.

Having a house sitter feels very odd. I felt the need to put everything away and deep clean to make the house ready for a guest. I both want her to be comfortable, and want her not to touch or change certain things. Fortunately she's also fragrance-free, and she agreed not to bring gluten into the house.

She said she would be cooking in my kitchen, so I put out the nice stainless steel knives and put the carbon steel ones that have to be washed and dried after every use in the back of the drawer. I put out a cutting board that I don't mind her cutting onion and garlic on. I don't use alliums myself, and they linger on cutting boards.

She's available to stay here for 9 days, and then will be visiting Basil twice a day after that, which seems like a good compromise between cost and company for him. The trip is 19 days altogether.

Yesterday was the John St. Jumble, an annual yard sale on a nearby street. Almost 30 years ago, I was looking for a fondue pot and a set of dishes, and I found both. Another year I got a nice wood dining table set and a Japanese hanging. Yesterday I got a clear plastic travel pouch exactly like what I had been visualizing to put my pill bottles in (yes, I feel old), and a sun hat like the ones I've been admiring on other people's heads. And a skirt from a former swing dancer my size, but I hadn't specifically been looking for that.

The conversations are great, too. I bought a Tom Lehrer songbook from one man, and admired his speakers. He was sharing Beatles and Joni Mitchell with the neighborhood on a nice stereo. He said he needed to clean the contacts because the sound is fading in and out. "Oh, I should try that! Mine do that too." He recommended a person and shop to get speakers repaired. It's been better since I took them apart and put them back together again, but it still happens occasionally, and it would be great to have it fully fixed. I'll look into that when I get back.

Anyway, availability will be limited for the next 3 weeks. I have a huge backlog of links to post, but I'm not sure I want to visit some of them on a foreign network. Maybe that will be a jet lagged project for when I get back.

I get back on a Friday and have a couple of days before I have to go back to work. The good thing about leaving the country is that we are strictly forbidden from accessing work systems from outside the continental US, so I deleted all the work-related apps off my phone and they are on their own.

We were supposed to get a response from HR about the grievance about my low annual review (yes, that is still dragging on!), but they didn't say anything. There's also a pending formal complaint against my manager that they kept asking for, but then turned into a bias investigation. You can't detect bias by "interviewing witnesses," people! But anyway, I will find out about all that when I get back. I'm kind of resigned to putting up with their bullshit for a while longer, while still putting out feelers for a new job.

Basil is snuggled in my lap, making noises at the crows he can see on the telephone wires outside the window. My neighbor across the street puts seeds out for them on her balcony railing, so I think they're hanging out waiting for breakfast. I hate to leave him, but I'm sure he will be fine.
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The Unreal and the Real: The Selected Short Stories of Ursula K. Le Guin
Chapter 11: 8. Gwilan’s Harp
by Ursula K. Le Guin. I hadn't read this story of hers, about a life touched by magic and dedicated to music. It's lyrical and pragmatic and has Le Guin's trademark just-right writing.

I'm not sure what zoboko.com is or why it has links to free books, and I no longer remember where I got the link.

Wend-Way-Go by Tim Pratt. A quirky story that goes in unexpected directions. This one and the next one via [personal profile] muninnhuginn.

Trauma Momma by Jack Powers. I don't think this story earns its title, but it's interesting nevertheless. Content note for surgery and male pregancy.
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Balkan Polyphony, a group of people from Kraków, Poland recording singers across the Balkans and making them freely available on youtube.

Here's a wonderful version of Oj Livado Rosna Travo from Lika, Croatia. A small group from my choir sang this for a group of folk dancers on Friday.

Which reminds me of a similar project from Ukraine, Polyphony Project.

Here's Rozkopayte, khloptsi, hreblyu sung by Domenika Chekun, two of her sisters, and a friend.

And an earlier impromptu version sung by Domeninka Chekun, Nadia Tarnawsky, and friends. Rozkopajte Chlopci Hrebliu. (There is no standard transliteration from Ukrainian, so spelling varies.)

And Ts'utisopeli from Georgia, collected by Aurelia Shrenker. Here's an introduction to the project.

Eleoni Ensemble sings Ia Patnepio.
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Your Appliances Got Worse On Purpose by Keyana Sapp.
Cheap parts and efficiency rules often take the blame, but consolidation is the real cause. The decline came on deliberately, built into the machines one brand at a time, as the companies that once competed on quality stopped having to.

A handful of holdouts still build appliances that last for decades, and that is telling. Durability is clearly still possible. Most of the industry just decided it was worth less than the next sale.

[...]

Older appliances were mostly steel and mechanical controls, while newer ones run on plastic and circuit boards and Wi-Fi, and every one of those additions is one more part that can fail. The connected ones fail the most of all.


The article has a list of brands that are more trustworthy. The Worse On Purpose website has a lot of articles like this. Another one I read with interest is

Your Pet Care Got Worse On Purpose by Keyana Sapp. Vet consolidation, how they get around rules against that in some states, and the consequences for pet owners, starting with higher costs and continuing to scammy "pet insurance" plans that continue charging after the pet's death.
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Back in 2019 in my old house, I did a tiny remodel by picking out one of those arched kitchen faucets with a built-in sprayer, and having it installed along with a built-in water filter. I posted about it back then, with pictures. I enjoyed the heck out of that faucet, especially when I spent so much time standing at it washing my hands when the pandemic started.

When I moved into my current place in 2022, I missed that faucet, but the one here was good enough. I kept kind of thinking about it, and mentioned it to a handyperson or two, but it was never clear that I wanted to move forward.

Then the bathroom faucet started spraying water in all directions instead of neatly out the spout. I had been concerned about it because the flow had been decreasing for a while. It turns out it was a cartridge faucet and the whole thing had to be replaced, so I talked to the plumber, picked out a new bathroom faucet, and picked out a kitchen one while I was at it.

I'm so pleased with it! It's easier to turn on and off, so I don't end up running it full force, and it's easier to get larger things under it to fill them. And it is also lovely to have a bathroom faucet that sends water only where it's supposed to.

It was a whole lot more expensive than in 2019, partly because I'm in California now, partly because this all happened right after the Strait of Hormuz closed and everything got more expensive, partly because time has passed. But it's good to have it done. Fixing up this place the way I want it, little by little.
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Muni Music Turns Buses and Trains Into a Unique Musical Composition by Azul Dahlstrom-Eckman.
“It’s an homage. It’s kinda like, ‘Hey, thanks, Muni, thanks for being there, and here’s my little attempt at giving something back,’” Burns said.

There’s some utility to the website as well. Burns used it the other day to check when the next train was coming, and then he rode home with his own Muni soundtrack.


Muni is San Francisco's transit system.

The musical site itself: munimusic.com. It doesn't work in LibreWolf (a Firefox offshoot) but it does work in Safari. Very soothing to listen to for a while.
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From the Plantation to the Thicket: Juneteenth, Black Freedom, and ‘Marronage’ in Texas by DaLyah Jones.
[P]rior to 1865, many Afro-Texans reclaimed their sovereignty and autonomy well before the federal government acknowledged their basic humanity, though there’s a dearth of centralized information about Black placemaking in Texas from this time. This reclamation was called “marronage”—a term borrowed from French for this act of antebellum self-emancipation.


Problematic Authors: Can We Separate the Art from the Artist? by Naomi Jacobs. "In chronological order here is what we know about these problematic writers." Content note: Some of your favorite authors might show up on this list.

How playgrounds reinvented childhood by Frank Jacobs.
Playgrounds helped transform childhood from participation in public life into preparation for adulthood. From now on, childhood would be supervised and sanitized, zoned into a designated area and limited to a sandbox. No more pirate play on the Mississippi — for better or worse.


A solar farm was built to make energy, but the ground beneath the panels quietly began doing something no one planned for by Carlos Albero Rojas.
These two sites were different by design. Instead of bare gravel or closely mown grass, the panels were raised higher off the ground, leaving room underneath for something to grow.

Then the builders did something unusual. They carefully chose native grasses and wildflowers and planted them right under and around the rows, hoping to rebuild the habitat that used to be there and to hold the soil and water in place.


Language learning methods that actually work #1: The binge.
Speaking as a linguist who has read the literature on second language acquisition and understands 4 languages, I’ve always maintained that Duolingo is a trap; it will keep you spinning on wheels and feeling as if you’re learning a language, but you can spend infinite hours on it and fully gold a tree and you’ll get nowhere. [...]

When in reality, what you should have been doing is to spend all day browsing memes on French Instagram, or playing Animal Crossing in French.


Kruunuvuorensilta, the new icon of Helsinki.
The new Kruunuvuorensilta bridge connecting Korkeasaari and Kruunuvuorenranta is the longest, tallest and longest-standing bridge in Finland – and it is also globally exceptional as bridges of this size have not been built for the sole use of public transport, pedestrian traffic and cycling. The bridge thus becomes an interesting attraction not only due to its size, but also due to the advanced traffic thinking behind its design.
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RAADS–R test for autistic adults. Free and anonymous. As usual, I get "kinda?" results.

Who it’s for: Adults (16+) who suspect they may be autistic, were missed earlier in life, or relate to autistic traits.
Length: 10–30 minutes
Statements: 80
Purpose: To identify patterns in four areas related to autism traits in adults.


Added later: I forgot I had this Am I German or Autistic link stashed. My results were "Why not both?"
Both involve systematic thinking, a preference for precision, and difficulty pretending small talk is acceptable. The question is which one explains it.


Your [Android] phone is about to stop being yours.
Starting September 2026, a silent update, nonconsensually pushed by Google, will block every Android app whose developer hasn't registered with Google, signed their contract, paid up, and handed over government ID.


Normalization of Deviance by Dan Luu
Have you ever mentioned something that seems totally normal to you only to be greeted by surprise? Happens to me all the time when I describe something everyone at work thinks is normal. For some reason, my conversation partner's face morphs from pleasant smile to rictus of horror. Here are a few representative examples.



How building an HTML-first site doubled our users overnight by Alistair Davidson.
It is not acceptable to bounce users on old browsers, users with bad network connections, users using assistive technologies. Certainly not from a monopoly public service. A lot of hype and noise is pressing us to extend the cowboy, wild-west phase of the software industry’s expansion. We should set that aside, and take ourselves seriously as a mature industry. Build a web application that works on a playstation portable on a 3G connection - if you do, it will work for all your users, and it will still work 30 years from now.


The Unreasonable Effectiveness of Simple HTML by Terrence Eden.
Go sit in an uncomfortable chair, in an uncomfortable location, and stare at an uncomfortably small screen with an uncomfortably outdated web browser. How easy is it to use the websites you've created?


British Columbia, Time Zones, and Postgres by Christopher Winslett.
On March 8, 2026, British Columbia moved their clocks to a year-round Pacific Daylight Savings Time. In March, they did the spring forward one hour with their clocks to UTC-7, but they won't fall back to UTC-8 in November. Going forward, the UTC offset for America/Vancouver timezone is permanently UTC-7. [...]

If you stored timestamps in a UTC-based column for British Columbia-based appointment in 2026 and beyond, your November through March appointments may be off by an hour!
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For anyone who lives in or is planning to visit California, offer good until July 6, pass lasts through the end of the year.

I had to try it in several different browsers and I think I went through the account creation process twice, but this finally worked on Firefox to get a free California Parks pass for the rest of the year.
News Release
Free pass link
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I happened across these questions and they sounded fun to answer.

1. What is something you like to do that other people would consider weird?
Balkan singing and dancing.

2. What's the best piece of advice you've ever gotten?
When my massage therapy business wasn't paying the bills and my savings were about to run out, I was thinking about getting a psychology degree. A friend from computer science grad school said, "Use the degree you already have!" It was a great piece of advice at the time, when I found a part-time programming job to pay bills until the business got off the ground. It continues to bear dividends now that I'm back programming full-time, despite what's happening in the tech industry these days.

3. What is your most memorable birthday?
For my 30th birthday, I invited everyone I knew to a party at Fenton's Creamery, figuring most of them wouldn't be available on a Tuesday evening. But they all came! It was really fun and also overwhelming and I've stayed away from big parties since then for the most part.

4. When do you feel like you're the most authentic version of yourself?
That's an interesting question. On the one hand I tend to be fairly direct and honest and do my own thing most of the time, and on the other hand there's a lot I don't talk about in the emotional realm. I think there are a lot of authentic facets and they're not all visible at any one time.

5. Where is your favorite place to vacation?
Staycations in the Bay Area are always fun! Most frequent in the last few years has been Portland, OR because I lived there a long time and have been going back to see friends. I guess favorite in terms of nostalgia would be Yosemite, and I'd like to make it back there sometime now that I'm back in California.
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When I was a kid, history class meant boring dates about which white man was elected or made a speech or started a war. I read historical novels that centered women and children and didn't realize that was history too.

In the NFO (National Folk Organization) newsletter a while back, there was an article about The Grace McMillan Project.
In early 2023, dance historian Erica Nielsen Okamura came across a rare 1912 Australian edition of Miss McMillan's Swedish Recreative Exercises. Fascinated by this discovery, Erica embarked on a challenging quest to piece together Miss McMillan's life story and to determine how the Nääs dances and games were used in Australia. The Australian edition seemed out of place. Other early 20th century folk dance resources from the UK and USA did not have Australian editions. Erica had to know: Who was Grace McMillan, and why did an Australian edition of her book exist?


Erica Okamura wrote a book about her research and discoveries, which is available as an ebook for free in full. Grace McMillan & Swedish Recreative Exercises by Erica Okamura.

Mary Anne's Story by Mary Anne McMillan is also available.
Mary Anne McMillan (later Donges), born in 1904, lived with her Aunt Grace McMillan from about 1917 until 1922. She wrote about this period of her life in 1989.


I'm fascinated by the persistence and curiosity required to piece together the details of someone's life, including tracking down documents as well as generous people who share their living memories of the person. If it weren't for Erica Okamura's interest, this story would be lost.
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John Finnemore on the French horn/cor anglais
"I was idly wondering why the cor anglais has a French name meaning ‘English horn’, and the French horn has an English name meaning… well, ‘French horn’.


Which reminds me of this Tumblr piece that makes me laugh every time, now apparently preserved on Imgur. How about I just don't play?
One day, when I was in concert band in high school, we got a new piece handed out for the first time, and there was a strange little commotion back in the tuba section.
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The machines are fine. I'm worried about us. by Minas Karamanis.
Alice can now do things. She can open a paper she's never seen before and, with effort, follow the argument. She can write a likelihood function from scratch. She can stare at a plot and know, before checking, that something is wrong with the normalization. She spent a year building a structure inside her own head, and that structure is hers now, permanently, portable, independent of any tool or subscription. Bob has none of this. Take away the agent, and Bob is still a first-year student who hasn't started yet. The year happened around him but not inside him. He shipped a product, but he didn't learn a trade.


Appearing Productive in The Workplace from No One's Happy.
The reckoning will not be subtle. The firms still doing the work properly will be in a position to charge for it. The firms that have hollowed themselves out will discover that what they hollowed out was the thing the client was paying for.


The AI Bubble from No One's Happy.
The reason none of them can stop is that the investment, the revenue, and the justification for the next investment are the same transaction. If Microsoft reduces its OpenAI commitment, it loses one of Azure’s largest customers, the AI revenue line that justifies $192 billion in capex, and the earnings growth that holds its stock price — all at once. The same logic binds Alphabet and Amazon to Anthropic: the equity position and the cloud contract are the same bet, and unwinding one unwinds both.


Funny but serious, Chieng issues an AI warning to grads by Liz Mineo, Harvard Staff Writer.
He continued, “Whatever your chosen profession is, please don’t let AI rob you of the fun part of it. Your generation’s upcoming battle won’t be humans against AI; that’s at least two months away. … It’s going to be people with substance versus people with shallow knowledge. It’s going to be mastery versus faking it. It’s going to be people with good taste versus tacky. I trust you will put in the work necessary to be on the right side of those battles.”


Quality in the Age of Slop by Sinclair Target.
This blog post is very long and almost entirely about the 1974 bestseller Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig. It is also about AI—there will be some juicy takes, pinky swear—but those familiar with ZAMM should consider themselves warned. [...]

Quality is related to caring because once you care, once you are interested, you have a vantage point from which to make Quality judgments. These Quality judgments (e.g. "Is this good code?") are based in part on the romantic mode of understanding and so within the classical mode alone aren't defensible. But they are necessary, because in the moment-to-moment work on the machine, there are thousands of facts you could consider, thousands of alternative threads you could follow, all equally valid in the classical mode, and the only way to make any sense of it all is to apply a Quality-focused version of Occam's Razor.


How To Not Be Wrong About AI by Greg Wilson. A slide deck on how to evaluate and create studies about AI to get real, usable information.
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