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Manuel Moreale 3 days ago

A moment with a decidedly less gloomy church

If you’re subscribed to my From the Summit newsletter , you might recognise this church. It’s the same one I wrote about in the most recent missive , only this time there was a lovely sunny day and the whole place was not engulfed in the fog. Thank you for keeping RSS alive. You're awesome. Email me :: Sign my guestbook :: Support for 1$/month :: See my generous supporters :: Subscribe to People and Blogs

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annie's blog 1 weeks ago

Duck duck duck dichotomy

Have you ever played Duck Duck Goose 1 and the person who’s it keeps walking and walking and walking and walking around and never picks the goose? It’s really boring. There are very few actual dichotomies. Most choices are not binary. Most choices are more like: “Here is an array of options you can  recognize (the subset of a potentially infinite array of options you can’t even see because you’re only able to recognize what’s familiar). Pick one!” No wonder making decisions is so exhausting. I can spend a lot of time musing over the array of options, but eventually I  narrow it down to one option and then it’s time to make the real choice which is  a dichotomy: Yes, do it, action, go, forward. Choosing an option and then saying No to the option I selected for myself  is wild! Why would I do that? Because choice is dangerous. Exerting the force of my will upon the world, or at least attempting to do so, is a risk. Risk of pain, risk of failure, risk of being wrong (whatever that means), risk of ending up in a worse situation, risk of being misunderstood, risky risky risky! Sometimes it feels safer to just hang out, not move, wait and see. It isn’t safer, usually, but it feels  safer. Passivity is a way to live but it’s not the way I like to live. I like to happen. I like to be the thing that’s happening in my own life. I like to be the main character in my own story. And  I only get to happen by choosing. nothing happens and/or things happen to me but I never happen. I make choices all day long but most of those are inconsequential, like: what time will I get up, what food will I eat, will I be impatient or kind with my child, will I be impatient or kind with myself, will I make that phone call, will I go to the gym, will I worry, will I be grateful, will I floss today, will I finish this blog post, will I actually put away the clean laundry? The answer to that last one is No. It’s going to sit in the basket for a few days. These choices all seem inconsequential but maybe they aren’t. Tiny choices become a trend, the trend creates a groove, the groove becomes a rut and I walk the rut because it’s easier to stick with what’s familiar than to enact change, so here I am: that’s my life. I can change it by making different tiny choices, one after another. It’s not about the right choice or wrong choice or the accurate choice or idiotic choice or worst choice or best choice. It’s about exerting your will. Choosing something. Selecting an option and then acting on it. Saying Yes. Duck duck duck duck duck goose. It’s about the goose. It doesn’t matter who the goose is. It matters that you pick a goose. Otherwise there’s no game, just a bunch of kids sitting in a circle being bored and sad. Everyone sits in a circle. One person walks around the circle, tapping others and saying duck  until choosing a goose . The chosen goose tries to tag them before they sit down in the goose’s spot. nothing happens and/or things happen to me but I never happen. Everyone sits in a circle. One person walks around the circle, tapping others and saying duck  until choosing a goose . The chosen goose tries to tag them before they sit down in the goose’s spot.

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ava's blog 1 weeks ago

my physical experience with autism

A while ago, I reflected on my troubles during my commute with other autistic people I know, and it helped put things into words that are difficult to talk about. It also helped to realize that they experience it too. My commute via tram is an hour long. A good experience for me is when the sun is rising, the tram is (mostly) empty, I have my noise cancelling headphones in, immersing myself in typing something on my phone, or reading a book; maybe looking outside just basically daydreaming until I arrive at my destination. It enables me to completely detach from my surroundings and my body in a good way and makes it feel like 10 minutes max, no physical discomfort. All that is usually given in summer, when I can take the tram between 5-6am (unpopular time) and it’s already light enough outside at that time (so no internal lights). That’s very enjoyable and doesn’t drain me, I even like it. A hellish commute is the opposite: Full of people, lots of noise and no noise cancelling, overwhelming scents, harsh lights from the top. That tends to happen when it’s late (popular commute times) and during winter, when it’s still dark outside for long and the lights inside the tram have to be on. By default, most tram rides fall somewhere inbetween those two, and it’s very exhausting for me anyway. It’s the reason why I only go into the office twice a week (the immunosuppression, too). Depending on a lot of different factors, including my own sensitivity that day, I start to feel really sick in the tram. It’s my autism. I get headaches, nausea, my bones hurt, I feel tired and like I suddenly have the flu; I dissociate, my brain feels foggy and heavy, and I’m very impatient and angry. I get the urge to exit the tram constantly and I have to fight that all the time. I keep myself still to not draw attention to myself or to not be weird in public, so I can’t squirm and or wiggle my leg or rock to deal with the situation. That’s also an area where autism and my chronic illnesses interact: When I feel that flu-ish during overload, my illness spots start to act up too, sometimes temporarily until I’m removed from the situation, and sometimes for weeks as these experiences accumulate, maybe through being outside more and traveling more. It’s stressful for my body. This doesn’t just happen in public transport, but also some other places like supermarkets, loud cafés and similar spaces. It’s why I don’t go out that much, don’t travel much. I like parks and forests as most other spaces don’t feel welcoming to me at all with how full they are, how loud and smelly they are and everyone’s conversations all at once. I shut down when I have to sit there for a while, feeling like I am watching my life through a screen, unable to muster up the energy to interact, and often unable to filter the conversation directed at me from the background noise. I usually don’t talk about this because I don’t expect anyone to understand. What are bosses supposed to think? Oh, your body hurts really bad and you feel sick and exhausted before even arriving at work sometimes because you have to sit in a tram for an hour because of light and noise? Sounds lazy, sounds like you’re making shit up to not have to come in. But really, it’s bad for me and I would not be able to do this 5x a week. I already do everything I can to minimize what bothers me (by noise cancelling, taking very early trams etc.), but I can’t eliminate it entirely, especially on the way back home. I think if I had a shorter commute and/or I could walk or bike over instead, I could handle a lot more office days. I can push through this if it’s warranted - I come in extra for trainees, for extra meetings, for in-house events, and I am willing to travel for educational purposes (like the data protection law conference this week). But it comes with a toll, a physical discomfort that goes beyond what’s average or considered “normal”. And it adds to my chronic pain. Now, the second day of lots of commuting and sitting in a conference listening to presentations for hours, my body is hitting a limit and my hands and feet pulsate with pain. Still, I have a board game evening, a birthday party, a veggie food convention and a brunch with in-laws ahead of me this week. Oof! Reply via email Published 30 Oct, 2025

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fLaMEd fury 1 weeks ago

Armageddon Expo 2025

What’s going on, Internet? I love a long weekend. Yesterday was Labour Day here in Aotearoa. If you read my last post, you’ll know I spent the first two days playing golf . Sunday was more of a family day; swimming lessons with the kids in the morning and an afternoon trip to the zoo to check in on the penguins and meerkats. On Monday (Labour Day), my son and I headed to the Armageddon Expo at the Auckland Showgrounds. We lucked out with passes from family friends who’d been at the expo on Saturday and Sunday but were flying out that morning. Armageddon Expo is New Zealand’s pop culture convention; a mix of comics, gaming, anime, film, and cosplay. Think Comic-Con, just on a smaller scale. Saturday and Sunday pulled big crowds thanks to Elijah Wood and Andy Serkis being there, but Monday was quieter, which suited us perfectly. The kid found it fun but a bit overwhelming at times with so many people around. We wandered the main expo hall where all the merch stalls were; Pokémon and Magic: The Gathering cards, stickers, art prints, 3D-printed dragons, and some sweet skateboard decks. We came across a couple of second-hand comic sellers, where I picked up a few X-Men issues to fill some gaps in my collection. We spent a bit of time at the main stage watching cosplayers perform K-pop songs and dances, which he enjoyed; it was fun seeing him clapping and cheering. But I think the real highlight for the little guy was the food trucks: hotdogs, burgers, fries, and ice cream. I’m not going to lie; I was pretty stoked about luch too. We also tried a Sonic racing kart game that looked like Sega’s take on Mario Kart. He loved spotting people in costumes, saying hi to Batman, waving at Mickey Mouse, and keeping his distance from a remote-controlled Star Wars droid that got a little too close. He was too shy to for a photo with any of them; maybe next year. The only thing we didn’t get to see that I was hoping to was the Doctor Who panel with Billie Piper; that would have been fun to watch. After checking out every stall in the expo hall, we called it a day and phoned home for a ride. The little guy was exhausted. So was Dad. Hey, thanks for reading this post in your feed reader! Want to chat? Reply by email or add me on XMPP , or send a webmention . Check out the posts archive on the website.

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Undersense

James Hillman does not want you to interpret your dreams: Analytical tearing apart is one thing, and conceptual interpretation another. We can have analysis without interpretation. Interpretations turn dream into its meaning. Dream is replaced with translation. But dissection cuts into the flesh and bone of the image, examining the tissue of its internal connections, and moves around among its bits, though the body of the dream is still on the table. We haven’t asked what does it mean, but who and what and how it is. That is, to interpret the dream is to exploit it, as a capitalist exploits a vein of coal, transforming those fossilized remains into a commodity, something that can be measured, evaluated, bought and sold. Hillman is demanding that you not turn the dream into something else but that you let it be what it is, that you approach it as keen and attentive observer, not trying to transform it but accepting it, acknowledging it, living with it. (As I read this, I had a sharp image of Rowan in The Lost Steersman , dissecting the body of a creature from the outer lands, finding organs and tissues whose purpose she could not fathom but could—and did— describe in intricate detail.) There’s an attitude here that I think can be expanded to any work in which observation, noticing, witnessing what is before us is privileged over trying to make it into something else. There is a fundamental humility to working in this way, to acknowledging that our understanding of the world around us is always incomplete. This is an incompleteness without judgment: not incomplete as inferior or flawed but incomplete as open-ended, infinite, wondrous. We can move in this direction by means of hermeneutics, following Plato’s idea of hyponoia , “undersense,” “deeper meaning,” which is an ancient way of putting Freud’s idea of “latent.” The search for undersense is what we express in common speech as the desire to understand. We want to get below what is going on and see its basis, its fundamentals, how and where it is grounded. The need to understand more deeply, this search for deeper grounding, is like a call from Hades to move toward his deeper intelligence. All these movements of hyponoia , leading toward an understanding that gains ground and makes matter, are work. Work is the making of matter, the movement of energy from one system to another. The work of making sense, of digging for undersense, is work that matters. I take undersense to mean, in part, a kind of feeling or exploration, of reaching your hands into the dirt, of tearing apart the body of the dream with no preconceived notions of what you will find. And not only dreams. The search for undersense is worthy also of the waking world, the world of daylight. In a world in which the creation and persistence of knowledge is threatened and fragile, we need under sense more than under standing , the exploration and observation that gains ground and makes matter. There’s an argument here for the kind of knowledge that you feel in your bones, that gets under your fingernails, that can’t be lifted away and perverted by a thieving bot. Knowledge that is steady, solid, rooted in the way roots hold tightly to the earth, defended from rain and flood, from being washed away with each passing storm. View this post on the web , subscribe to the newsletter , or reply via email .

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Shayon Mukherjee 1 weeks ago

Diwali

Every year, I use Diwali as a moment to pause and reflect. Not in any formal way, not tied to ritual or ceremony but just a natural checkpoint (a database intended pun) where the lights come on and I look back at the year behind me, and forward at what’s ahead. It’s one of my favorite festivals, and I’d be lying if I said the sheer diversity and volume of sweets I consume during this period doesn’t have something to do with it.

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Manuel Moreale 1 weeks ago

IndieWeb Carnival: On Ego

Ego is one of those words that’s difficult to parse. I find language to be an imperfect tool in the quest to describe the inner workings of the mind, because in there, things tend to be fuzzy, while words are often sharp, pointing to distinct concepts that are seldom found in someone’s brain. «I don’t have an ego» , some claim. How that is even possible remains a mystery. I suspect it all comes down to how one defines the word ego, and what concepts are associated to it. Personally, I find the whole concept of trying to “give up” one’s ego to be quite futile. Take this definition as a starting point: In philosophy, the self, or the ego, is an individual's own being, knowledge, and values, and the relationship between these attributes. If we use this definition of ego, I don’t see how you can ever get to giving it up. Unless by giving it up one means killing themselves, which personally I don’t find to be a compelling answer to this question. Because to give up something, someone has to be there to be the subject of the giving up. But if nobody’s there anymore, nothing is given up, because there’s nothing that can be given up. Do I make any sense? Ego gives us many other words: from egoism, to egotism, to egocentrism. Those are all words that carry a bad reputation; nobody likes to be called an egoist. As social creatures, as part of the larger group of billions of human beings currently living on this earth, we find these constant inward-looking traits to be undesirable. That said, though, I find the idea of always living experiences in the service of others, in an attempt to suppress one’s ego, to be an unhealthy way to go about spending the time we have available on this planet. Attempting to completely annihilate the things that make you you, in order to better fit with the rest of society, is not worth it. It’s not healthy to spend time on this planet thinking you’re the absolute best at everything and nobody can teach you anything ever. That’s obvious. But the opposite is also not healthy: living your life thinking you’re worth nothing, that you know nothing, that everyone knows more and is worth than you and that they should be the ones to talk, to teach, to do, to earn. If there’s one lesson I try to carry with me, it's that extremes are bad. And the goal should be to keep the pendulum swings to a minimum, and spend as much time as possible at the centre, where things are balanced. And you might think I’m saying this to you, but I’m actually talking to myself. Because the ego is still there, the inner dialogue continues, and the personal struggles will persist. Thank you for keeping RSS alive. You're awesome. Email me :: Sign my guestbook :: Support for 1$/month :: See my generous supporters :: Subscribe to People and Blogs

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daniel.haxx.se 2 weeks ago

A gold ceremony to remember

There are those moments in life you know already from the start are going to be the rare once in a lifetime events. This evening was one of those times. On a dark and wet autumn Friday afternoon my entire family and me dressed up to the most fancy level you can expect and took at taxi to the Stockholm City Hall. Anja my wife and my kids Agnes and Rex. Rex, Agnes, Daniel, Anja. The Stenberg family. This was the Swedish Royal Academy of Engineering Science’s ( IVA ) 106th Högtidssammankomst (“festive gathering”) since its founding in 1919. Being one the four gold medal recipients of the night our family got a special dedicated person assigned to us who would help us “maneuver” the venue and agenda. Thanks Linus! In the golden hall me and Anja took a seat in our reserved seats in the front row as the almost 700 other guests slowly entered and filled up every last available chair. The other guests were members of the Academy or special invitees, ministers, the speaker of the parliament etc. All in tail coats, evening dresses and the likes to conform with the dress code of the night. The Golden Hall before people arrived The golden hall is named after its golden colored walls, all filled up with paintings of Swedish historic figures contributing to a pompous and important atmosphere and spirit. This is the kind of room you want to get awards in. Part of the program in this golden hall was the gold medal awards ceremony. After having showed short two-minute videos of each of the awardees and our respective deeds and accomplishments on the giant screen in the front of the room, us awardees were called to the stage. Three gold medals and one large gold medal were handed out to my fellow awardees and myself this year. Carl-Henric Svanberg received the large gold medal. Mats Danielsson and Helena Hedblom were awarded the gold medal. The same as I. The medals were handed to us one by one by Marcus Wallenberg . Photographer: Erik Cronberg. Marcus and me shaking hands. with Helena Hedblom on the right. Photographer: Erik Cronberg. Marcus on the left, me in the middle and Mats Danielsson behind me. In one of the agenda items in the golden hall,IVA’s CEO Sylvia Schwaag Serger did a much inspiring talk about Swedish Engineering and mentioned an amazing list of feats and accomplishments done over the last year and with hope and anticipation for the future. I and curl were also mentioned in her speech. Even more humbled. The audience here were some of the top minds and Engineering brains in Sweden. Achievers and great minds. The kind of people you want appreciation from because they know a thing or two. A small break followed. We strolled down to the giant main hall for some drinks. The blue hall, which is somewhat famous to anyone who ever watched the Nobel Prize banquets. Several people told me the story that the original intent was for the walls to be blue, but… Projecting patterns on the walls Banquet At about 19:00, me and Anja had to sneak up a floor again together with crowd of others who were seated on that main long table you can see on the photo above. Table 1. On the balcony someone mentioned I should wear the prize. So with some help I managed to get it around my neck. It’s not a bad feeling I can tell you. Daniel, wearing the IVA gold medal. As everyone else in the hall had found their ways to their seats, we got to do a slow procession walking down the big wide stairs down into the main hall and find our ways to our seats. Then followed a most wonderful three-course meal. I had excellent table neighbor company and we had a lively and interesting conversation all through the dinner. There were a few welcome short interruptions in the form of speeches and music performances. A most delightful dinner. After the final apple tart was finished, there was coffee and more drinks served upstairs again, as the golden hall had apparently managed to transition while we ate downstairs. Disco(?) in the golden hall When the clock eventually approached midnight the entire Stenberg family walked off into the night and went home. A completely magical night was over but it will live on in my mind and head for a long time. Thank you to every single one involved. Entertainment Program Menu The medal The medal has an image of Prometus on the front side, and Daniel Stenberg 2025 engraved on the back side. On the back it also says the name of the Academy and för framstående gärning , for outstanding achievement. A medal to be proud of. In the box Front side Back side Of course I figured this moment in time also called for a graph.

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annie's blog 2 weeks ago

Love letters 11-13

Seeds are shitty little bastards. You put them in the ground. Nothing happens. You water. You watch. You pull weeds. Nothing happens. You wait. You water. You watch. Nothing happens. You give up. You figure it’s over. Bad seed. Bad soil. Too much something. Not enough something else. You turn your attention away. In silence, a tiny stem pushes through the soil. Delicate roots reach and cling. Fragile new yellow-green leaves open. Just like that. Whatever you’ve planted that is stubbornly not cooperating: leave it alone. Quit messing around with it. Go ahead and give up! Face and bear the anguish of love. Face and bear bravely your own responsibility. (I am so proud of you.) Sometimes we bury seeds in a garden, sometimes we bury seeds in a grave. I see your effort, your love, your heart. Wow, what a heart. O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red! Now: stop hiding in martyrdom and entertainment. Stop playing in the shallows. Dive. Dive in. Dive the fuck in. Start using all that you are to be who you are. Release all the resentment, fear, and self-pity. It’s not about whether you’re justified. Of course you are. It’s about whether it helps you live. Sometimes it does help you. Keeps you safe, or at least makes you feel safer. Then the walls that were a fortress become a prison. Time to knock ‘em down. You have stuff to do.

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Preah's Website 2 weeks ago

Cultivating Coziness

The following is general advice and thoughts on how to cultivate more "coziness" in one's life. This is purely my own experience and not applicable to everyone everywhere. Coziness has almost become a bit of a buzzword lately. There are cozy aesthetics, cozy games, cozycore(?), and others, so I understand if this term has become tiresome to some people. But for me, this post is a bit of a moodboard for what I consider "cozy" to be. Hygge has also been thrown around a bit. I was first introduced to the term by my mom, who was raised by my Swedish grandmother and Danish grandfather. Because of this background, this is one value I hold close to my heart. Denmark.dk defines it this way: Hard to pronounce, hygge ("hooga") is difficult to explain, too. In brief, hygge is about taking time away from the daily rush to be together with people you care about - or even by yourself - to relax and enjoy life's quieter pleasures. The word hygge dates back to around 1800, at least in the meaning it has today. However, various definitions of hygge can be traced back to the Middle Ages, where a similar Old Norse word meant "protected from the outside world." Hygge is often about informal time together with family or close friends. Typically, the setting is at home or another quiet location, or perhaps a picnic during the summer months. It usually involves sharing a meal and wine or beer, or hot chocolate and a bowl of candy if children are included. There is no agenda. You celebrate the small joys of life, or maybe discuss deeper topics. It is an opportunity to unwind and take things slow. This is certainly when I am happiest, as someone who loves being alone, sharing food, and enjoying small things, and especially as we enter my favorite season. What follows are further stream-of-consciousness thoughts about it. Soft lighting. I try to not turn lights on when possible. Lamps, fairy lights, candles, and most importantly, natural lighting during the day from windows. Textural comfort. Soft throws, blankets, fleece, knit sweaters, rugs, things that invite comforting touch. Natural elements. Plants (even fake ones!), stones, wood. Scent. I am actually pretty particular about what scents; not those disgusting $10 candles from hobby lobby or Walmart that smell like cinnamon-flavored detergent. Usually a little bit more of a natural candle, or even baking something like bread or a dessert can make a natural nice scent in the space. Sound, or lack thereof. Sometimes while reading, I put on an ambient playlist depending on time of day, or prefer silence so I can hear my own thoughts. The best is definitely rain outside, although I only get that rarely. Listening to calming and groovy music also does the trick, and sometimes it's good to do absolutely nothing else but soak in it. Hot drinks. Carefully prepared, fresh-ground coffee in the morning, or a brisk English tea such as English Breakfast or Earl Grey. Enjoy it slowly and thoughtfully, hopefully with light reading. ONLY before 12:00-13:00, which brings me to the next point, Sleep. Reduce screen usage before bed, go to sleep by 22:00 or at the latest 23:00, and ideally read in the last hour before closing my eyes and falling asleep. My reading is done on an e-reader, specifically the Kobo Libra (B&W), for a closer experience to a regular book. Cooking at home. Stews, hearty meals, baked goods. Crafting or making, using your hands to crochet or knit or sew, journal or even painting. Speaking of reading, create a little nook for it. The couch with a tall glass of water or tea, a chair by the window or a lamp, anything. Board games or puzzles with others. Walking and exercise. While having a delightful, calm walk outside in the beautiful weather might seem intuitive here, and pumping oneself up to crank out a crazy cardio workout might not, I would argue that the feeling of a very difficult workout once you're done is absolutely priceless. Not to mention undeniably cozy once you've showered and dressed into nicer clothes. Small gatherings. Invite friends to a little movie night or to have tea and play board games. Keep it small. Silence. Doing nothing. Traditions that anchor you. Planning a specific thing once a week to unwind and look forward to. Slowing down and not putting pressure on oneself to be productive. Being imperfect. I am a perfectionist to the bone, so I have to remind myself that what I create or do can suck sometimes. Being grateful for small things like noticing a bug or having access to clean water. Seasonal appreciation, such as eating seasonally or doing seasonally-specific activities. Devaluing money and career progress. This might seem appalling to some, but my mental health and time are more important than having new furniture, clothes, appliances, technology, or eating out every week. Sometimes eating rice and beans or shoveling raw tomatoes into my mouth brings me so much happiness and gratitude because of how little sensation I receive from it. Shopping used things that are a little shitty is freeing. Adding items I want to my wishlist and forgetting about it instead of impulse buying feels amazing. Till next time. Subscribe via email or RSS Soft lighting. I try to not turn lights on when possible. Lamps, fairy lights, candles, and most importantly, natural lighting during the day from windows. Textural comfort. Soft throws, blankets, fleece, knit sweaters, rugs, things that invite comforting touch. Natural elements. Plants (even fake ones!), stones, wood. Scent. I am actually pretty particular about what scents; not those disgusting $10 candles from hobby lobby or Walmart that smell like cinnamon-flavored detergent. Usually a little bit more of a natural candle, or even baking something like bread or a dessert can make a natural nice scent in the space. Sound, or lack thereof. Sometimes while reading, I put on an ambient playlist depending on time of day, or prefer silence so I can hear my own thoughts. The best is definitely rain outside, although I only get that rarely. Listening to calming and groovy music also does the trick, and sometimes it's good to do absolutely nothing else but soak in it. Hot drinks. Carefully prepared, fresh-ground coffee in the morning, or a brisk English tea such as English Breakfast or Earl Grey. Enjoy it slowly and thoughtfully, hopefully with light reading. ONLY before 12:00-13:00, which brings me to the next point, Sleep. Reduce screen usage before bed, go to sleep by 22:00 or at the latest 23:00, and ideally read in the last hour before closing my eyes and falling asleep. My reading is done on an e-reader, specifically the Kobo Libra (B&W), for a closer experience to a regular book. Cooking at home. Stews, hearty meals, baked goods. Crafting or making, using your hands to crochet or knit or sew, journal or even painting. Speaking of reading, create a little nook for it. The couch with a tall glass of water or tea, a chair by the window or a lamp, anything. Board games or puzzles with others. Walking and exercise. While having a delightful, calm walk outside in the beautiful weather might seem intuitive here, and pumping oneself up to crank out a crazy cardio workout might not, I would argue that the feeling of a very difficult workout once you're done is absolutely priceless. Not to mention undeniably cozy once you've showered and dressed into nicer clothes. Small gatherings. Invite friends to a little movie night or to have tea and play board games. Keep it small. Silence. Doing nothing. Traditions that anchor you. Planning a specific thing once a week to unwind and look forward to. Slowing down and not putting pressure on oneself to be productive. Being imperfect. I am a perfectionist to the bone, so I have to remind myself that what I create or do can suck sometimes. Being grateful for small things like noticing a bug or having access to clean water. Seasonal appreciation, such as eating seasonally or doing seasonally-specific activities. Devaluing money and career progress. This might seem appalling to some, but my mental health and time are more important than having new furniture, clothes, appliances, technology, or eating out every week. Sometimes eating rice and beans or shoveling raw tomatoes into my mouth brings me so much happiness and gratitude because of how little sensation I receive from it. Shopping used things that are a little shitty is freeing. Adding items I want to my wishlist and forgetting about it instead of impulse buying feels amazing.

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annie's blog 2 weeks ago

Make rules, break rules

On the joy of making arbitrary small rules for yourself which you can break at will but which also might help you steer your own obstinate behavior a bit more in a direction you like A long time ago I gave myself a little rule about what I would post on my blog or any social media: No complaining . A self-imposed rule that, for me, meant I wouldn’t post for the sole purpose of complaining about something. Obviously , I break this rule . Have done, will do. But the number of times I do not break this rule exceeds the number of times I break it. 1 You can’t know that, of course. When I don’t break it, when I stop myself from complaining because of my own rule, no one knows but me. I’ll be busily composing a witty complaint in my head and anticipating the commiserative responses, when the spectre of my self-created, self-imposed Rules Master bops me on my figurative head (which is inside my literal head) and says in a shrill voice 2 : NOoooOoooOOoo complaining! Obviously: Making a rule doesn’t stop me from doing the thing I made the rule about. I have all the power here. I make the rule, I break the rule. But, often, I honor the rule. The voice sounds off, I pause, I think Ugh, never mind , and I move on to something else 3 . If I didn’t have the rule at all, I wouldn’t be mentally pausing. There would be no friction, even imaginary. No internal voice making me feel just ever so slightly guilty. Self-imposed rules like this add purposeful friction . They help me pause and pay attention. What do I want to do? Or not want to do? How do I want to steer my little leaky ship of behavior today? It’s the old what-gets-measured-gets-managed rule, just less, um, formal: I’m not going to mark on a spreadsheet or log in an app when I do or do not complain online. But if I have a little rule, I will, at least, notice. Usually. See also: Break dumb rules I think that’s accurate. I’m not really keeping track. For some reason, it’s this voice and I think the rule is mostly effective because I start thinking about shrubberies instead of whatever I was complaining about. Like thinking about shrubberies. Or getting myself a seasonally shaped Reese’s peanut butter cup as a treat for exhibiting such enormous self-control and moral fortitude. I think that’s accurate. I’m not really keeping track. For some reason, it’s this voice and I think the rule is mostly effective because I start thinking about shrubberies instead of whatever I was complaining about. Like thinking about shrubberies. Or getting myself a seasonally shaped Reese’s peanut butter cup as a treat for exhibiting such enormous self-control and moral fortitude.

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ava's blog 2 weeks ago

con impressions and more [photo dump]

I went to the HeroesXP con in Cologne! Really liked the event and won't mind checking it out next year too. I love big artist alleys, and theirs also felt very diverse, very creative and cool. Artist alleys are my highlight and where I love to spend most of my time, and this con was basically 90% artist alley! Also had some German VA's of popular media (even Spongebob) and Paddy from Toggo. Have some pictures of the stalls: My other favorite stall aside from Miss Marie and Moonbia was Sarah Pluis and her lofi art. :) Here's my haul - I just love buying stuff from artists. Lots of stickers, finally a black beanie (been searching for a while for one I like!), washi tape, Cinnamoroll jewelry, some Sanrio minis. The con also had a 'Con Hon' - a convention book that travels from event to event, where you can draw, write down your impressions, advice, your social media handles and more. Was very cute, and the art in it was impressive. I obviously had to do my part and leave a little note. Aside from the con, some impressions: And also, very thankful and happy about a shirt I got. <3 Reply via email Published 22 Oct, 2025

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Chris Coyier 2 weeks ago

Everything is Broken

Over in the ol’ ShopTalk Discord (that’s what our Patreon thingy unlocks) our editor Chris Enns was venting about some streaming gear woes. And I said: Nothing Ever Works Chris ultimately blogged the situation and used my reply as part of the title of the blog post. Then shortly after, Jason Rodriguez’s post made the rounds in my circles: Why doesn’t anything work anymore? I’ve officially reached “old man yells at cloud” age. Same, Jason. I feel like this should be one of those viral blog post topics! Like the “good newsletters” one that went around or “why I started blogging” before that or whatever those were. Let’s make it happen people. Here’s my list from the last week or so. I was trying to log into Paramount+ on my AppleTV, but was getting some kind of unclear error. I wasn’t even sure if I had an account or not, so I tried the signup flow from my laptop. Another unclear error. Tried a different browser and the same. I just wanted to watch the Packer game and this service I either already pay or wanted to pay just wouldn’t let me. And it wasn’t the only reason I was annoyed at Paramount+ that day. I bought a Gandalf costume for Halloween for like $50. The picture has a guy, ya know, dressed up as Gandalf on the cover of the package and it looks fine. Big grey beard. Small text on the package: beard not included . What the what. I use TablePlus (which I get through SetApp ) for local database spelunking. I had some data I was trying to get at that I knew was going to be a fairly complicated query to write. It was a count of entries on a column that wasn’t the index but then I needed the index to join onto another table while having where filter and also filtering on that final count as well. I could probably reason it out, but it would probably take me an hour. So I was like: AI! Turns out TablePlus does have an AI assistant built in, so I tossed in my OpenAI API key and… You exceeded your current quota, please check your plan and billing details. Fair enough. Figure out where I can put a few bucks into my account and… I get some “unknown” error. WHY WILL NOBODY TAKE MY MONEY. I tried another browser and another credit card and turned off any “blocker” extensions I had in case of interference, but nothing worked. So I tried to use the Anthropic integration instead, and it was behaving the same. (In retrospect, it was probably the us-east-1 downtime period.) I tried the Gemini integration last, and it worked and I got my API key properly. I got my prompt together explaining exactly what I needed to do and… I am sorry, I cannot fulfill this request. The available tools lack the ability to query data or cross-reference tables. I can only retrieve metadata such as database lists, schema lists, table lists, and table creation statements. What in the what. The AI tool built into TablePlus can’t… query data? Like, wouldn’t that be the entire point of an AI assistant in a tool like this? I tried using the built-in tool rather than just going to an AI tool because I figured it would be all extra-smart, having access to the actual local database structure and stuff to use as context. I get that it might be a saftey concern (you don’t want a tool like this sending actual data over to an LLM) but that wasn’t a concern here and I didn’t need that anyway, I just needed a query that I’d run myself. Anyway I just Zoomed Marie and she helped me write the query in like 2 minutes. We brain coded it. I bought a little cheap remote control car the other day from Fred Meyer, for me and Ruby to drive around and torment her new puppy. The car took 6 AA batteries. The package came with 4 AA batteries. What in the what. Can you imagine being in the meeting where this is decided? Everybody at that table was either stupid or mean. I can’t even say greedy because someone greedy would just advocate for no batteries at all which at least is understandable. (As a consumer you’d just assume they adjust the price accordingly and you don’t have to worry about cheap junk batteries that have lost their power after sitting in a warehouse for 3 years. How far we’ve fallen.) I needed one of those like 4-cup measuring cups the other day, so grabbed a GoodCook brand one from the grocery store. After one usage and trip through the dishwasher, the markings on the side are unreadable. What in the what. Just complete garbage. Not sure why I would forsaken Pyrex , I just assumed the competition would have caught up, but apparently they have not.

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An imaginative activity

In The Dream and the Underworld , James Hillman sees dreams as the psyche’s work of soul-making and asks us to respect them as such: First, we should dissociate “work” from the Herculean labor and return the idea of work to the example of the dream, where work is an imaginative activity, a work of the imagination such as takes place in painters and writers. Not all work is done by the ego in terms of its reality principles. There is work done by the imagination in terms of its reality, where joy and fantasy also take part….Then the psyche is always at work, churning and fermenting, without forethought of its product, and there is no profit from our dreams. As long as we approach the dream to exploit it for our consciousness, to gain information from it, we are turning its workings into the economics of work. This is capitalism by the ego, now acting as a captain of industry, who by increasing his information flow is at the same time estranging himself both from the source of his raw material (nature) and his workers (imagination). Result: the usual illnesses of those at the top. Simply ‘working’ on your dreams to get information from them is no life insurance. I think here of Le Guin’s The Dispossessed , where in the language of the people of Anarres there is but one word for both work and play: in a society without capitalism, all work is the work of the imagination, soul-work, the work of art and creativity that is an effort as well as a kind of joy. This is work not labor, not something to be exploited or that can be expected to deliver; it is the work of living , of making change, of being present to the world. Hillman is here arguing for a kind of work without working, a work without output or measure or profit, a work that is its own sake in the sense of something that exists both within and outside itself, as of the dreamer and the dream. And, I think, he is letting us know that this is a work that is already within us, that we already know how to do—if only we get out of our own way. View this post on the web , subscribe to the newsletter , or reply via email .

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The Dream and the Underworld

“When we wrong the dream, we wrong the soul.” James Hillman here argues that the work of mining dreams for their meaning to the living world is a violation. Dreams are not messages from the nightworld to the dayworld but rather the psyche taking hold of the day’s detritus and composting it into soul-stuff; that is, dreams are the psyche’s work of soul making, a nightly transformative and creative act. Dream-work then is not the work of translation or interpretation but of observation, witnessing, and honoring the dream as it is. As much a book about creative work as it is about dreams, which is perhaps the same thing. View this post on the web , subscribe to the newsletter , or reply via email .

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Herman's blog 2 weeks ago

Attending MicroConf Europe 2025

Now that I've been home for about a month and have all my ducks back in a row, it's time I wrote about my trip to Istanbul for MicroConf Europe . MicroConf is a conference for bootstrapped (non-VC-tracked) founders. And while I don't necessarily view Bear as a business, MicroConf is the closest there is to an Industry Event for someone like me. First a note on Istanbul: I arrived a week early to explore the city and see the sights. I'm a bit of a history nerd, so being at the crossroads of where it all happened in Europe—going back thousands of years—was quite spectacular. I get up early, and wandering the empty streets of the old city before the tour groups flooded in was quite special. Also, the mosques dotting the skyline as viewed from the Bosporus are like nothing I've ever seen. It's amazing to see human effort geared towards creating beautiful buildings. I know it's not economically viable, but imagine if cities were built with beauty and a cohesive aesthetic in mind. There were, however, a few negative characteristics of the city that grated at me, the main one being the hard separation of what is the tourist area and what isn't. Inside the old city all of the restaurants were clones, serving the same authentic Turkish food at 5x the reasonable price. And scams were rife. I remember after a mediocre lunch at a mediocre restaurant, looking at the hand-written bill, the per-person cost came to about 2000TRY (roughly $50 at the time). The staff didn't speak English, and I wasn't going to throw all of my toys out of the cot via Google Translate, so I begrudgingly paid the bill and vowed never to eat there again. Similarly with taxis: it was impossible to take one as a foreigner without an attempted scam, to the extent the conference coordinator put out a PSA to use a specific transport company for rides instead of using the local taxis. It's unfortunate when a city is unwelcoming in this manner, and it left a bad taste in my mouth. Putting all of that aside, I still had a spectacular time. The main reason I came to this conference was to learn, get inspired, and soak up the vibes from other interesting people building interesting things. And I got exactly what I came for. The talks and workshops were good, but what made the event shine was the in-between times spent with other attendees. The meals and walks, the hammam and sauna sessions. I found myself engaged from sunrise to sunset, notebook not far away, transcribing those notes during my downtime. One of the attendees, Jesse Schoberg , runs a blogging platform as well, which focusses on embeddable blogs for organisations. It's called DropInBlog and is a really neat solution and platform. We chatted about what it's like running this kind of service, from bots to discoverability, and enjoyed the sunset on the terrace overlooking the Sea of Marmara. I can't think of a better place to talk shop. I can't list all of the great conversations I had over those 3 days, but one standout to me was dinner with the ConversionFactory lads: Zach, Nick, and Cory. Not only were they one of the event sponsors, but were just great people to hang out with—and obviously incredibly proficient at their craft. After dinner on the last evening of the conference we crowded into the steam room to take advantage of the hotel's amenities that I'd paid way too much for. I got too hot, and mistaking the basin in the middle of the room for cooling off, managed to splash strong, menthol-infused water on my face. I immediately regretted it. My face, eyes, and nose started burning intensely with the icy-cold blaze of menthol and I was temporarily blinded. I had one of them hose off my face since I couldn't do anything in that state. Product idea: Mace, but menthol. One of my friends, Rob Hope , just arrived back from giving a talk at a conference in the US. When I met up with him for dumplings and dinner last week, it came up that, coincidentally, he had also just met the ConversionFactory lads on his most recent trip. I guess they get around. Will I come back to MicroConf? Without a doubt. This has been inspiring, educational, and also quite validating. People were impressed with my projects, and surprised that I don't track visitors, conversions, and other important metrics . Bear is healthy, paying me a good salary while being aligned with my values, ethos, and lifestyle. I guess I'm running on vibes, and the vibes are good.

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Chris Coyier 2 weeks ago

Plates

Like, that you eat off. I asked about them the other day: Who’s got a set of dinner plates they really love? Having a fairly direct relationship to an artist would be nice… Otherwise, shopping! IKEA — GLADELIG . $5.99 for a 10″ plate is a good deal and it’s a classy look. (via Nicole ) Corelle — Winter Frost White 18-piece Dinnerware Set The ultimate classic for me. This is what I grew up with. They are thin, light, and strong. And only $79.99 for 6 of each large plate, small plate, and bowl. (via Chris ) Noritake — ColorWave The ColorWave sets are pretty simple and classy looking. $139.99 for 4-of-each. They have showier stuff like a Frank Lloyd Wright set and My Neighbor Totoro set as well which appeal to me. (via Montster ) East Fork — Starter Set This is actually what I had before, and honestly they are really nice. I love those unglazed rims and the spotted look. They are just pricy at $426 for a 4-of-each set. Wanted to try something new. (via Zack ) Crate & Barrel — Mercer $74.95 for 8 plates is a pretty good deal. Create & Barrel was where my mind first goes for something like this and I’m sure it would have been a good choice as well. (via Cassidy ) Fable — Dinner Plates Love the look of these. So plain but with just tiny bits of waves/variations. $104 for 4 (just plates) (via Brian ) Fiestaware — Skeleton Duet This is what I went with! ‘Tis the season, I guess, but I loved the design and I’m gonna rock them all year long. I paired the small orange Skeleton places with these black larger “Dinner Bowls” , a couple of oblong Skeleton serving platters, and got a free Skeleton dish towel. (via Bryan ) Get a local ceramics artist to do them . Love it, do it if you can. It will probably be expensive and take a while. It’s also subject to the style of the artist and likely won’t be simple/plain if that’s what you’re after. Find a ceramics artist on Etsy you like. Good luck, Etsy is so full of garbage these days I find it hard to find anything decent in any category.

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iDiallo 2 weeks ago

Why We Don't Have Flying Cars

Imagine this: You walk up to your driveway where your car is parked. You reach for the handle that automatically senses your presence, confirms your identity, and opens to welcome you in. You sit down, the controls appear in front of you, and your seatbelt secures itself around your waist. Instead of driving forward onto the pavement, you take off. You soar into the skies like an eagle and fly to your destination. This is what technology promises: freedom, power, and something undeniably cool. The part we fail to imagine is what happens when your engine sputters before takeoff. What happens when you reach the sky and there are thousands of other vehicles in the air, all trying to remain in those artificial lanes? How do we deal with traffic? Which directions are we safely allowed to go? And how high? We have flying cars today. They're called helicopters. In understanding the helicopter, we understand why our dream remains a dream. There's nothing romantic about helicopters. They're deafeningly loud and incredibly expensive to buy and maintain. They require highly skilled pilots, are dangerously vulnerable to engine failure, and present a logistical nightmare of three-dimensional traffic control. I can't even picture what a million of them buzzing between skyscrapers would look like. Chaos, noise pollution, and a new form of gridlock in the sky. Even with smaller drones, as the technology evolves and becomes familiar, cities are creating regulations around them, sucking all the fun and freedom out in favor of safety and security. This leads me to believe that the whole idea of flying cars and drones is more about freedom than practicality. And unregulated freedom is impossible. This isn't limited to flying cars. The initial, pure idea is always intoxicating. But the moment we build a prototype, we're forced to confront the messy reality. In 1993, a Japanese man brought a video phone to demo for my father as a new tech to adopt in our embassy. I was only a child, but I remember the screen lighting up with a video feed of the man sitting right next to my father. I could only imagine the possibilities. It was something I thought only existed in sci-fi movies. If this was possible, teleportation couldn't be too far away. In my imagined future, we'd sit at a table with life-like projections of colleagues from across the globe, feeling as if we were in the same room. It would be the end of business travel, a world without borders. But now that the technology is ubiquitous, the term "Zoom fatigue" is trending. It's ironic when I get on a call and see that 95% of my colleagues have their cameras turned off. In movies, communication was spontaneous. You press a button, your colleauge appears as a hologram, and you converse. In reality, there's a calendar invite, a link, and the awkward "you're on mute!" dance. It's a scheduled performance, not an organic interaction. And then there are people who have perfect lighting, high-speed internet, and a quiet home office. And those who don't. Video calls have made us realize the importance of physical space and connection. Facebook's metaverse didn't resolve this. Imagine having a device that holds all of human knowledge at the click of a button. For generations, this was the ultimate dream of librarians and educators. It would create a society of enlightened, informed citizens. And we got the smartphone. Despite being a marvel of technology, the library of the world at your fingertips, it hasn't ushered us into utopia. The attention economy it brought along has turned it into a slot machine designed to hijack our dopamine cycles. You may have Wikipedia open in one tab, but right next to it is TikTok. The medium has reshaped the message from "seek knowledge" to "consume content." While you have access to information, misinformation is just as rampant. The constant stimulation kills moments of quiet reflection, which are often the birthplace of creativity and deep thought. In The Machine Stops by E.M. Forster, every desire can be delivered by pulling a lever on the machine. Whether it's food, a device, or toilet paper. The machine delivers everything. With Amazon, we've created a pretty similar scenario. I ordered replacement wheels for my trash bin one evening, expecting them to arrive after a couple of days. The very next morning, they were waiting at my doorstep. Amazing. But this isn't magical. Behind it are real human workers who labor without benefits, job security, or predictable income. They have an algorithmic boss that can be more demanding than a human one. That promise of instant delivery has created a shadow workforce of people dealing with traffic, poor weather, and difficult customers, all while racing against a timer. The convenience for the user is built on the stress of the driver. The dream of a meal from anywhere didn't account for the reality of our cities now being clogged with double-parked delivery scooters and a constant stream of gig workers. Every technological dream follows the same pattern. The initial vision is pure, focusing only on the benefit. The freedom, the convenience, the power. But reality is always a compromise, a negotiation with physics, economics, and most importantly, human psychology and society. We wanted flying cars. We understood the problems. And we got helicopters with a mountain of regulations instead. That's probably for the best. The lesson isn't to stop dreaming or stop innovating. It's to dream with our eyes open. When we imagine the future, we need to ask not just "what will this enable?" but also "what will this cost?" Not in dollars, but in human terms. In stress, inequality, unintended consequences, and the things we'll lose along the way. We're great at imagining benefits and terrible at predicting costs. And until we get better at the second part, every flying car we build will remain grounded by the weight of what we failed to consider.

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Brain Baking 3 weeks ago

I Owe Warez For Properly Discovering CRPGs

One of the very first games my father actually bought were the DOS games Raptor and Hocus Pocus . It involved going to an exchange centre to convert Belgian francs to American dollars and sending those bills overseas to Apogee HQ, praying that nothing happened with the envelope. If you were lucky, a month later the PC box arrived at your doorstep. That was a magical moment! Most of the DOS games I played when I was a kid were just the shareware episodes that came with floppy disks of local computing magazines. Granddad subscribed to one of those magazines and the first thing we did when visiting the grandparents was Copying That Floppy . For quite a long time I didn’t even realize I was just playing a demo: there were actually more episodes than this? Wow! Only if it was really really good, we bought it. Since those smaller games weren’t simply available in the stores, we had to resort to the envelope postage method. That means we actually did something with that order information shown after quitting the game. Then came the transition to the CD-ROM and the arrival of the internet that completely changed everything. Yes, we did get our hands on a few full games before that ( Don’t Copy That Floppy —we still did), but once burning CDs became cheap and easy, the floodgates were open. Many warez rips circulated in high school classes with the Twilight Dutch rip group being the most popular one. We even used to pay for these releases, thinking this was the way to “buy games”. Whoops. Those Twilight CD releases went on for quite some time. The above linked site neatly lists them all, including the accompanied CD art ant , from the initial 1996 Dutch editions to the 2001 ones—eventually spawning more than 89 volumes. I distinctly remember the following 1998 release: Twilight Dutch Edition Twentieth Release. It contained iconic game releases such as Jedi Knight, the Redneck Rampage expansion, the Turok and Croc PC ports, and of course DirectX 5.0. By 1998, they were also packing in applications such as Macromedia Dreamweaver and Ulead Web Album 4.01. Oh, and —it really whips a llama’s ass. The weird thing about these game rips is that they were exactly that—rips. That is, in order to cram in that much games, they had to “rip” the original game CD-ROM by removing non-essential data. As a result, I played many late nineties games without the music or cut-scenes. It didn’t even bother me that much as I didn’t even know what the full package experience was like until I started buying games myself with the big box release of Diablo II. These could then be backed up using CloneCD. If you’re interested in how such a Twilight warez release was put together, there’s a great YouTube video by Elger Jonker dissecting the series digging even into CD sector details and timestamps. It’s a big feat to keep the whole operation a secret for eight years while selling more than copies a month. It wasn’t just cool to buy and share warez CDs in high school: it was the primary way to discover new games. Everybody had stacks upon stacks of CDs with nothing but illegal rips, cracks, serial key generators and more and nobody in my neighbourhood educated us on how not supporting the developers might eventually lead to studios closing. Something in the back of our heads told us it wasn’t the way it was supposed to be but nobody stopped to think twice. There were so many PC games I got to know via Twilight: Age of Empires, Rayman, Pandemonium, Unreal, … Simply too many to mention. In the late nineties and early noughties, instead of downloading demos, we bought and burned warez CDs. This might be a bold statement to make, but I owe a lot to those warez releases: it somehow acted as a gateway to PC game discovery. One particular rip my dad downloaded (more on that later) contained Might & Magic VIII and Wizardry 8—two of my now favourite games ever. As I fumbled about in these games, discovering Dagger Wound Island in MMVIII and exploring the abandoned monastery in Wiz8, I felt something tickling in my belly: raw excitement. I had no idea what was going on in these virtual worlds—how to assign skills, level up, make any kind of progress without repeatedly dying—but I knew I wanted more. When I finally regained my ethical consciousness, I immediately went out and bought both games, but it was already too late: both New World Computing and Sir-Tech went bankrupt. All I could do was to mourn the great loss and source a used copy on eBay. Perhaps back then I was part of the problem. Don’t worry, I’m all reformed and better now: I now try to support as many creative studios as I can, even sometimes double dipping by buying digitally and physically. Once the dial-up speeds started to accelerate beyond , my father discovered newsgroups that dumped binary headers concealing game rips. With Newsbin Pro (of course also cracked), it became trivial to download game rips yourself. Newsbin and WinAce made us proud Twilight-independent illegal gamers. Instead, we basked in the , , and , , … files that were chunked into a few megabytes each to avoid file corruption with unstable connections. You could even repair broken files provided you also downloaded the checksum files. Yet sometimes, the whole time-consuming process of downloading these files ended up in a bust: too many numbered files were missing meaning we couldn’t extract the contents, or it was password-protected and we failed to properly retrieve the FILE_ID.DIZ or files. Funnily enough, these files often urged the downloader to go out and buy these games. The warez group DEViANCE included a message like this: If this evokes nostalgic feelings for you, fear not: most of these files are archived. See for example https://defacto2.net/f/b42f38a that shows the info file for the Rune release where I lifted the above excerpt form, including obligatory ANSI art. At some point, it felt like we even started a small family warez business ourselves. My father had early access to a ISDN and later DSL landline thanks to his work at the Belgian telephone company and we were early adopters of multiple CD-RW drives that burned hundreds of discs for friends and family. Newsbin Pro was pulling in files non-stop. Newsgroups were dismantled and new ones appeared happily continuing where the closed ones left off. To keep track of all these moving components, sites such as nforce.nl and came in handy. And then Napster/Kazaa/LimeWire made things even worse, especially for the music industry. By then the odd holiday work allowed me to spend money on PC big box releases and GBA/DS games. Even though of course I also curated a library of console ROMs, it was never as bad as PC games. We never modded any console we/I owned. It probably helped that we weren’t into Sony stuff and usually had to buy a cartridge or a miniDVD for the GameCube that was a bit more involving to pirate. I grew up with family and friends copying stuff. So I copied stuff. The ethical debate was never even considered, so I also didn’t. Some of these folks are still in denial and ask me why I bought that game when I can find it on The Pirate Bay. I feel guilty and wish my parents better educated us on this matter. But at the same time, without Twilight and Newsbin Pro, I probably wouldn’t have discovered Might & Magic VIII or Wizardry 8. For that, I am eternal in their debt. Related topics: / ripping / By Wouter Groeneveld on 16 October 2025.  Reply via email .

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fLaMEd fury 3 weeks ago

The Long Play Podcast

What’s going on, Internet? I just finished listening to The Long Play, a four-part podcast series from The Spinoff. Each episode is aptly named Side A, B, C, and D - just like a vinyl. Researched, written, and presented by Charlotte Ryan with support from Duncan Greive, it covers the rise, fall, and revival of vinyl over the last century in Aotearoa. You can listen through your favourite podcast app or find the feed on The Spinoff’s podcasts page . If you’re in New Zealand, they’ve taken it a step further - in collaboration with Holiday Records, they’ve actually pressed the podcast onto vinyl and distributed it to more than 40 record stores across the country. I haven’t had a chance to get out to any of the local record stores for a hunt for a copy yet, been busy house hunting , but I’m keen to see if I can still track one down. What a brilliant idea. Hey, thanks for reading this post in your feed reader! Want to chat? Reply by email or add me on XMPP , or send a webmention . Check out the posts archive on the website.

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