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I have not had a huge success with my writing in this blog so far. I don’t collect any analytics 1 , so I am not sure exactly how each post fares, but based on the amount of comments I have received in the various platforms I have shared my posts, the traffic must not be very high. This has not discouraged me from writing. My goal is to share projects that I am developing and to express some of my thoughts when I feel like it. I am glad if someone finds the content interesting and I am even happier to engage anyone who sends a comment my way. In any case, I think that the mere act of sitting down and writing your thoughts is beneficial by itself and it is worth doing, even if the audience is not there. It is true, though, that it feels nice when people accept what you are offering. And two days ago, I finally got my first breakthrough. I shared my last post on Hacker News and it reached the front page . I admit it was satisfying to see that a lot of people approved of the message and wanted to share their own opinions. I spent the next day or so participating in the discussion and digesting all the new information that was available. One of the main themes of the discussion was user interface accessibility. It is a part of software development that is of great interest and importance and I hope to more systematically approach it in my programming and my writing in the near future. The whole experience was positive. I do not claim to be a great writer, nor that my post proclaimed some profound truth, but it was gratifying to see that an extended discussion was started because of something I wrote. As a result, I now am a little braver to share my thoughts with the world. I think they can create bad incentives for content creation.  ↩ I think they can create bad incentives for content creation.  ↩

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ava's blog 5 days ago

book: the ethical slut by dossie easton and janet hardy

During my break, I have also read The Ethical Slut . It's been on my list for a while, and I even had a Kindle version I just never got around to read; then I left Amazon years ago and deleted my account, and it seems like my conversion of the EPUBs via Calibre failed or I copied over the wrong files when I did my backup. All my Kindle books are unreadable. Because polyamory and open relationships have become more relevant for me again lately (after being a bit buried by Covid, my illnesses, feeling saturated, not meeting anyone interesting etc.), I chose to get a physical copy this time. In 2018, I read another book about polyamory, called More Than Two by Franklin Veaux and Eve Rickert, published 2014. In retrospect, it was the wrong book to read at the wrong time for me, and while it definitely has its uses and worth, I regret reading it when I did! I went in with an absolutely deep sense of shame and insecurity, which was unintentionally amplified by the book because it's essentially a manual for when troubles arise in non-monogamous relationships, with all kinds of real life examples and tips. It was as if I was scared about taking medicine, and spent days reading package leaflets with all the possible side effects. Did not reassure me at all. I should reread it again with a better mindset. I'm happy to say The Ethical Slut is a lot more upbeat, positive, silly, fun, reassuring and open, and I'd say, not even a book about non-monogamy in general, even if it's on the cover. This is a useful read even for monogamous relationships, because it focuses a lot on destigmatizing and communicating needs in relationships, regardless of how many partners there are or whether the needs are sexual or not. The focus is on living the kind of relationships you want, no matter what the modalities look like, and to get rid of meaningless past fragments and indoctrination and instead do the things you really want to do, irrespective of imposed gender roles, sexual orientation pressures, and more. Many of us simply never question the cultural messaging we get about gender, sexuality, and romantic relationships. I'll also say that if you are a mature-acting adult in healthy relationships, not much in this book will be news to you. There is lots you either already bring to the table, aspire to be, or have learned by yourself via mistakes made. But it's nice to be reaffirmed and get a little reminder! One thing that challenged my previously held beliefs in a surprising way was the framing of serial monogamy as, ironically, a form of of non-monogamy. I'm not saying this is more correct - many would say that the simultaneous involvement is the main point - but I found it an interesting perspective shift to see multiple partners spread across time, as opposed to the ideal of finding one and committing forever, like this. It underlines that many people are already capable of falling in love with different people throughout life, and renegotiating different rules in each relationship, being different with each partner and finding they fulfill different needs in a variety of ways. So all that stands between many monoamorous and polyamorous people is the time overlap between those relationships. Some criticisms I have: While trans people are often mentioned and very much credited for a lot of their work and pioneering many new relationship models and terms, and the book has been updated to include gendervariant identities that were missed in the first two editions of the book to make it, as the authors say, fit to as many sexualities and genders as possible, the entire book still feels very cis-normative in many parts. Especially when it's about lesbians or gay men, there is an implicit assumption that they are all cis, and rather stereotypical assumptions about how their gender is expressed, and these groups being reduced to tropes like "lesbians love longterm monogamy and consent, and gay men love being sexually confident sluts". I also find that especially in the parts about bisexuality, trans people get a lot of ungendering/third gendering done to them, where they are always their separate categories (instead of trans lesbians being included in lesbian sections) or it's like "I am bi or simply queer because I can't know what the person I'm attracted to is biologically " and I feel like this has never even been a good thing to do or say, and if you are updating the book anyway to be more inclusive, just remove that shit. Additionally, I don't care much for the more woo-woo, spiritual, hippie parts of the book, even if they can be amusing or neutral for me to read; like how we all breathe sexual energy, and that it's all around us, and that by them writing about sex and me reading it, we are having sex with each other... it's not my cup of tea personally. And I respect that the book is older, and some parts of the book now mention the internet and social media or even dating apps, but there's a whole section dedicated to how to write a personal ad to find love, and it feels very outdated. I think I could have easily skipped chapter 1 and 2, and only 3 and 4 were really relevant or getting to it. Still, I found myself wanting; while it was entertaining, it sometimes lacked depth for me (both practice and theory), and it often felt a bit too naive to me. It's written from an utopian, aspirational, free love place, in which people are innately good, and never do anything bad to upset you, they'll all understand and see your point of view, and you're capable of feeling love and appreciation for everyone. I feel incapable of coming from such a place, unfortunately, so some parts felt rather needlessly unrealistic to me. I will not like everybody, not everyone will understand me, and people can absolutely be mean, ruthless, unfair, and doing things purposefully to hurt you. I can't "love everyone" myself out of that reality. A lot of things in this book sound fine until you remember how shitty many other people's relationships are and how insecure they are, and how many, many people select the absolute worst people to be their partner, or have absolutely no healthy standards in place. I think you have to be a lot more guarded, careful and selective than the book describes. In my view, it also puts too much responsibility on you to control your emotions and endure them, versus taking them as a deserved warning signal that something is wrong, as if the latter could almost never happen. Your jealousy or envy isn't always something whack and unreasonable to endure until it goes away, or something that can just be resolved with a reassurance talk or additional 1-on-1 time together. Sometimes, you are genuinely treated in a rude way and shouldn't celebrate having "endured" that. Like, on page 152-153, Dossie describes having casually dated a man, telling him she cannot be monogamous, and then when she took him home and her best friend was there, those two just started making out while Dossie sat there staring, not knowing what to do, and in the end opting to go upstairs and read a book until the two left. This was, she writes, her first encounter of surviving jealousy. But in my view, that wouldn't even have been jealousy - just reacting to the rudeness of the other two! It was completely odd and insensitive behavior of the man and her bestie to just do that, without asking her, without involving her, or without them retreating into another space to do that, or making out a date to meet up separately. It's not about the sexual act even, it could have been playing cards while ignoring her, too. I would never celebrate being completely disregarded and ignored as a victory. If people don't give a fuck about your feelings, they should be booted from your life, not you accommodating them for it too. Never applaud yourself for enduring or even enabling disrespect! And it's not the only time in the book where they fail to come down hard on shitty behavior. They absolutely downplay cheating, despite the rest of the book being so full of the value of consent. I would just regard it as "groundbreaking at its time" (1997, then updated in 2009 and 2017) but not holding up well now, not really useful for people who are already on board with non-monogamy, and increasingly irrelevant as more books and online writing is published that is better suited now. Next up in that niche, I'll probably finally read Opening Up: A Guide to Creating and Sustaining Open Relationships by Tristan Taormino, and Sex at Dawn: The Prehistoric Origins of Modern Sexuality by Christopher Ryan. But not that soon. Published 25 Aug, 2026

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Herman's blog 5 days ago

Extending life perception

I write about journaling a lot , since it’s honestly my most important practice. In my most recent post on the subject I made the case that active recall is an effective way to remember things, whether that be ideas, thoughts, or events. I'd like to expand on that post and make the case that journaling extends life perception. To wax philosophical for a moment: long life perception and long lifespan are, when it comes down to it, effectively the same thing. If we live in the infinite now , then the only thing separating an actual long life from the perception of a long life is perception . This intuitively makes sense, and you've likely experienced this yourself. Years that are filled with novelty tend to feel longer and are more memorable than years of consistently similar days. It's partly why time feels so much longer as a child, since all experiences are fairly novel and there's explicit progression though the different phases of school, which stands in stark contrast to, say, a few years of working the same job and rarely taking vacation or trying anything new. Those few years can easily condense into a handful of memories, and so the perception of those years is fairly short. Regularly in conversation the person I'm talking to will say something along the lines of "Wow, it's August already!? Time flies.". I rarely share this sentiment (with the exception of the pandemic, where all my days effectively became one), and I ascribe this to two main reasons: The first reason is that I try to do new things as much as possible. Just last night I played ultimate frisbee for the first time on the beach at sunset with a good friend and his crew of (really athletic) frisbros. I was pretty bad at the game and fumbled the frisbee too many times, but after the beautiful sunset and a dip in the cold ocean to clear off the sand I felt great, and I'll likely remember this experience as it punctuated normal life. The second reason, and this is the underlying point I'm trying to make with this post, is that I write about my day while journaling, and in-so-doing remember it better. And since I remember these experiences it doesn't feel like time is slipping away from me. Instead it feels like time is rich and full. Yes, it's August, but I feel like it's been 2026 forever. The research on active recall improving memory is clear. The research on life perception is less clear, but intuitively it makes sense that remembering more of your life will make it feel longer and hopefully richer. There are many reasons to journal, but I feel this is a lesser discussed effect of journaling, and one I'm only starting to appreciate now.

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maxdeviant.com 6 days ago

32

I never thought I'd be the sort of person who didn't look forward to their birthday. The very notion of this would have seemed laughable to my younger self. I was always excited by the prospect of growing another year older and marking the event by celebrating with my family and friends. And yet, here we are. Today I'm turning 32. Not exactly a milestone year, but I would have expected to have even a modicum of excitement for the event. Instead, I have been watching the days count down with a feeling of impending dread. When sitting down to write this, I realized that I haven't written anything here this whole year. That feels pretty bad. Awful, in fact. I also have not written much in my journal. In comparison to 2025, my entries for this year are incredibly sparse. January started off okay, February saw a decline, and in the subsequent months I was lucky if I managed one entry a month. This lack of writing, in turn, leads to these marked gaps in my memory. I sit here—64% of the way through the year—looking back, and I cannot recall what I was doing or how I was feeling during it. I surmise that this contributes to that feeling of dread; that time is flowing onwards, I'm another year older, but feel like I have nothing to show for it. Over the summer, Heather and I have been reading through The Lord of the Rings . I have not read the books since I was eleven or twelve, so I was curious to see how my perspective on them would change while reading them as an adult. The Fellowship of the Ring starts with a foreword from Tolkien. Whether I read this as a child, I do not recall. It certainly did not stick with me at the time, if so. More likely than not I skipped over it to get to the actual story. While reading through it this time around, this particular section stood out to me: One has indeed personally to come under the shadow of war to feel fully its oppression; but as the years go by it seems now often forgotten that to be caught in youth by 1914 was no less hideous an experience than to be involved in 1939 and the following years. By 1918 all but one of my close friends were dead. Reading the last sentence had my jaw on the floor. The matter-of-factness with which he states "all but one of my close friends were dead" caught me off guard. The tumult and grief I feel in my own life—which feel so overwhelming in the moment—pale at the thought of losing all but one of my dearest friends to the Great War. Not to say that my own emotions should be invalidated by comparison, but it did make me re-examine my perspective. I was talking to my therapist recently about how I often struggle with the disconnect between how I'm feeling and how my brain tells me I "ought" to be feeling. Her response to me was to "feel what you feel." That is, to allow myself to feel what I'm feeling in a given moment. No judgment, no analysis, no poking at my innermost thoughts to try to uncover the reason for it. Just feel and acknowledge the emotions as I feel them. Normally I would try to end a downer of a post such as this with some optimistic wrap-up, out of an obligation to be perceived as relentlessly positive online. This time I choose to acknowledge how I'm feeling and leave it at that. Today I'm turning 32, and I feel sad.

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Brain Baking 1 weeks ago

Deconstructing A 17th Century Letter

Continuing the letter writing fever, I’ve been exploring the academic work called Letters As Loot by Gijsbert Rutten and Marijke J. van der Wal. It’s a treasure trove of information on how letters were written in the 17th and 18th century, based on a corpus of 50k letters that were captured by raiding ships between England and The Netherlands. These boats usually contained a bag full of letters headed to offshore family and friends but due to the raging Anglo-Dutch War (four of them between 1652 and 1784), many letters never made it to their destination. That’s frustrating for the reckless explorers waiting to hear something from their family back home (or the other way around). But at the same time, nearly four hundred years later, these lost letters are the only thing that help us shape our view of lower and middle-class Dutch letter writers, which is otherwise dominated by upper class male writing. I’d love to think that if the Belgian Post loses a letter I sent, it’ll turn up in a couple hundred years for researchers to marvel at. I’m pretty sure by then this website is long gone. Who says the internet will still be alive? Or the planet, for that matter, judging by the extreme weather conditions… Unfortunately, Letters As Loot is written in a stereotypical form of Academese and hard to recommend in its current state. So I scanned the pages diagonally and summarised the coolest findings here. The most interesting is the deconstruction of a typical 17th century letter, written by Angenieten Cornelis to her husband at sea Roelandt IJosten Ostvorndijck. Here’s what she originally wrote: A letter by Angenieten Cornelis, dated 15 September 1664. Lifted from Letters As Loot, page 80. That’s quite challenging to read even for a Dutch speaking person like me. Here’s the line-by-line translation by the authors: What’s so interesting about this letter? The fact that more than 50% of its contents is what we’d nowadays call formulaic nonsense: If you’re married to Roelandt (written as Roellant, which I’m quite sure is misspelled), why write such a cold an distant contents? She’d “regret to hear it” if he wasn’t in good health anymore. I think my wife would kill me if I’d write like that, thinking there must have been a very suspicious reason for my aloofness. She must have made up for that by ending it lovely: a hundred thousand times good night by me —but just to be sure, write your full name again. It is I, Leclerc! Some expressions, such as a way of ending the letter, were so common that they were abbreviated: uwe dienstwillige vrient (your faithful/obedient friend) would become U.E.D.W. . The most funny one most certainly is ick sal onse kijndt eens soenen voor u (I’ll kiss our child for you). It only appeared a couple of times so the writer must have been a creative one. The use of a very formulaic structure was extremely common in the 17th century, which gradually disappeared in the 18th century and onwards. The authors of the research also discovered that this greatly varies between classes: lower class and female writers are much more likely to write like this, while upper class and male writers seem to skip this entirely. It hadn’t occurred to me that this is largely due to (il)literacy. Letter writers having difficulty writing will stick to copying example letters from letter-writing guides. The authors make the distinction between more elite manuals, the very popular school books, and Jacobi’s Gemeyne zeyndt-brieven from 1645 that was reprinted well into the 19th century. Most of these books came with example letters and offered formulas for starting a letter, expressing regret, how to end it, how to note the date, and so forth. Kloek en gezond (strong and healthy), laat u weten dat (to let you know that), blijft hiermede den here bevolen (stay with this the Lord recommended) and so forth are all examples from Jacobi’s book 2 . If we look back at Angenieten Cornelis’ letter, you can easily discern some basic structure and delete all the junk to filter out what Angenieten actually wanted to tell her very respected and devoted husband. Here’s how I imagine that letter might be written nowadays: How much formulaic sentence and paragraph structures do we use nowadays? Barely any, and yet, the main form of the letter hasn’t changed since the 17th century: there’s still an opening (date, addressing to), a short formulaic exchange of pleasantries ( hope you are well, how’s things ), the bulk contents of the reason for sending the letter (here’s some stuff), and a closure ( cheerio or as M.I.A. would write, XXXO ). As the time went on, the strict use of formulaic structure disappeared. Thank God for not having to thank God a thousand times good night anymore. Most letter writers, including me, would start a letter with the date & location, but most older letters would switch this up and end with it. Also, the address we now place on the envelope would be the beginning of the letter, integrated as part of the text. This, together with the formulaic weirdness, would make it easy to spot if a piece of paper with scribblings on it was in fact, a letter, and not some customs clearance notice, tax slip, or worse, declaration of Independence. In sum, for the Dutch history nut into letter writing, this bottom-up research of the “ Sailing Letters ” by Rutten and van der Wal is a gold mine. I didn’t even touch the importance of these letters to the etymological history of written versus spoken words in Dutch. The digital version is freely available. Don’t let the dry text discourage you; just scroll through it to find a cool photo and read a few bits here and there. Time to buy a good brown ink. Looft God Booven Al! Did you know that the address field didn’t need a number? “To cobbler Jeff, the one living near the town square” would suffice. Or “To my husband Jeff, at ship The Jolly Jumper at sea left via Amsterdam commandeered by captain DoGood”.  ↩︎ Later authors attempted to modernise Jacobi’s increasingly outdated manual, but as Rutten and van der Wal note, the “differences outweigh the similarities”: most typical formulaic sentences were copied from other letters, not from examples out of manuals.  ↩︎ Related topics: / letter writing / By Wouter Groeneveld on 21 August 2026.  Reply via email . God is praised in the “address field” 1 ? Why write worthy and very beloved husband to address and start the letter? Why repeat the full name of your husband and yourself? Surely your husband will know your name? Nothing more on this occasion than commend to the Lord? Did you know that the address field didn’t need a number? “To cobbler Jeff, the one living near the town square” would suffice. Or “To my husband Jeff, at ship The Jolly Jumper at sea left via Amsterdam commandeered by captain DoGood”.  ↩︎ Later authors attempted to modernise Jacobi’s increasingly outdated manual, but as Rutten and van der Wal note, the “differences outweigh the similarities”: most typical formulaic sentences were copied from other letters, not from examples out of manuals.  ↩︎

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ava's blog 1 weeks ago

thinking about friendships

Currently taking stock of my social life, and throughout life, the same patterns emerge. I’ve always been a more solitary person. I’m an only child, and my parents were rather neglectful and homebodies as well; so we never really went on trips, they never took me to the playground or anything. I played in my room, alone. I went out to play in the shared garden by myself, I went to playgrounds and forests alone (I grew up in a small town/village). I occasionally played with other kids I met outside, but not always. I have always preferred my hobbies to be something I don’t need other people for and that I can just start on my own, whenever, exactly because of the way I am and how I grew up. At kindergarten, there was one other child I talked to and played with, and absolutely no one else. If she wasn’t in that day, I’d just be alone. I couldn’t stand anyone else. Having anyone over or having to bring me to any other kid’s place was always treated as this impossible task by my mother, and would result in her being mad at me and abusing me, so I soon just didn’t ask for that anymore most of the time. I didn’t wanna cause any issues. Later on, it meant a lot that I was able to help out at horse stables, earn riding lessons, and have community there. Adults who trusted me, a topic to bond over with people (esp. people my age), a shared interest, shared responsibility. I wasn’t ever enrolled in any team sports or anything, so that is the closest I had. I’m no longer involved in equestrian sports for a multitude of reasons, but I’m glad it was there for me back then. At least I could socialize there. School was a sensory nightmare for me, extremely draining, overstimulating. My skin felt like it was raw, every sound felt like nails on a chalkboard. I had to use the breaks between classes to retreat to a quiet place and recover before the next class, but this also meant never hanging out with people between classes. The few times I tried, standing with others in these giant halls, people talking loudly and screaming and laughing everywhere around us, I just zoned out. I could barely listen or think of anything to say because everything was too loud. Then I entered the next class regretting how I spent my break. I always thought things would improve with time. Next year, or when I reach university, and so on. But it never did. At my first university, I tried hard to make friends and attend events, but most connections simply fizzled out, and people dropped out. It didn’t help that I could otherwise barely interact with university life; the public transport home stopped at 9pm (bad for parties!), and other than that, my mother used our dog to guilt trip and control me all the time. I was going in for a class or two and otherwise staying home for him. I could never stay after class for lunch or going to a café together because she’d be throwing a fit and I relied on her for housing. After that, I started a traineeship with some school parts. It started promisingly, and I indeed felt like people liked me in class. Unfortunately, trying to see anyone outside of it was like pulling teeth; I tried to organize hangouts at the park, barbecues, game evenings at my place etc., but most never materialized. I think some people showed up at my place once, some cancelling shortly prior, the few coming like 1-2h late and leaving early. It never happened again. After the traineeship ended, we all dispersed and didn’t keep contact with one another. Surely, things would improve with full time work, right? Not really. It’s harder to bond with coworkers who are either much, much older or live a very different life in general, especially with kids, houses, vacations. I know what to ask them, and I do - is your aunt feeling better? How is your kid? Did he pass the difficult exam? What summer vacation are you planning/how was Egypt? How’s the garden project coming along? But they don’t know what to ask me, and I totally get why. They can’t ask me about things they bond to each other about, and they don’t understand anything about me. Sometimes they ask if my wife found a job yet, and I still have to give the same answer, and then that’s it. I share stuff about myself, but am never asked about that. I thought things would change when a new, similarly young coworker started here and got seated in my office. I put a lot of effort into being her guide, showing her everything, helping with the start, complimenting her work, bringing her coffee one time (which she didn’t touch for the entire day and then probably dumped, woohoo), spending lunch together, and all that. But now, 2.5 years or so later, I have to admit it failed again. I make sure to always ask about how she is today or how her weekend was when I come in, I share stuff from my life to signal openness and to give her something to ask about or something, but it doesn’t help. We greet each other, say we feel alright, complain about public transport, and then spend 6-8h in complete silence in the same room until one of us leaves for the day. There is no ease, no jokes, no conversations emerging inbetween. I also feel like when we have good weeks where I try extra hard and it flows better, it takes just one office day of being a little more quiet, or just a week of time off or sick, and then I have to start at zero again. I feel that way about lots of people, as if my progress with them is constantly reset by something. Everyone else seems to bond just fine with her (and vice versa) despite the age difference and different lifestyle, so I guess it really wasn’t that; it was just me. I often have to rely on a group setting at work to find out stuff because people will just not tell me much directly for some reason. Now that I have been in an online/distance university since 2022, there is even less contact with other students. Everyone I befriended in the beginning or had a study group with dropped out and disappeared. I no longer even join any groups or interact much because it’s pointless; I study the material, do the exams, and that’s it. All alone, no one to talk to about it, no one to ask or practice with. It’s easier that way than dealing with the flakiness. In general, I think I just don’t seem to read people correctly, or I put too much stock in what they say or do, somehow, and expect it to follow the indicated pattern? This year I suggested meeting up at a conference in a group, someone else made a group chat for that meetup, people joined voluntarily, and then I didn’t see most of them because they made no effort actually making plans in that group chat or reacting to my efforts to meet up. No feedback, no replies, no “sorry can’t make it”, just silence. You’d think there’s interest when people accept the idea, make a group and join it, but apparently I must have misread the intentions somehow. In the era of nonchalance, I guess it’s my fault for showing interest and enthusiasm. I’ve also noticed that online friends, especially the ones more far away, and general real life friends that live very far away (because you or they moved away) make much more of an effort. They text more, they make online plans, they make an effort to meet irl when it fits. Meanwhile people local to me… you might as well not exist. I’ve tried to change LGS/Magic the Gathering connections into something deeper and broader, and it just fails. I make an effort to ask people about their interests, they don’t ask back. I make an effort to note that someone’s cat has been sick, and to check back in about the cat’s health later, and get completely ignored. Or the usual “This was great, we should do this again soon!” and then you’re the only one trying. My wife and I are really great hosts. We have an option for guests to stay in my wife’s apartment. We stock the fridge for them. We bake cookies and gift people bread we bake. We cook great meals for people when they visit. We have a decent collection of boardgames and card games we invite people over to play, or bring to their place. We can watch your pets while on vacation, we can water your plants, we can bring you soup when you’re sick. We’re happy to go to museums and cafes and other stuff with you. But for some reason, actually establishing all that is painfully hard with local people. People love to complain about a loneliness epidemic, but at this point, I consider that many people just wanna be lonely and make no effort to change that, or are saturated with what they have, or don’t actually have what it takes to build and maintain a “village” (“It takes a village”, if you want a village you have to be willing to be a villager and help, yada yada). Me too, probably; there seems to be something wrong with me, it’s probably my autism. But at least I try, which is more than I can say for most people who live close. Right now, almost all friends I have are through my wife. They are hers, or ours, but never just mine. I even “lost” people to her when I introduced them. The vast majority of days, the only person I talk to in real life is my wife. 1 of 2 office days per week, I don’t say a single word at the office because I don’t see anyone; everyone is in their own little room, and my team mates are not there. I don’t really grocery shop, and when I do, I use the self checkout. Cashier contact gives me nothing. Anywhere in public, no matter if shops or public transport, I don’t get these sort of whimsical stranger interactions others do. I make a joke and people don’t get it or don’t hear it, people say something to me in public and I am too surprised to say something of value or anything that would keep the conversation going, and the moment passes. The same happens in work hallways or the work kitchen. I chat occasionally via Matrix or Signal, and that’s it. Every other month or three, we play Magic with some people and I get to socialize. Or friends from far away come visit. But other than that, nothing. And I don’t think anything is gonna change that. I don’t understand people, and they don’t understand me. The only times it has ever really worked reliably is if they were romantically or sexually interested. There is always this invisible wall between me and other people, and in many cases, an effort mismatch and an importance mismatch. I’m at a point where I might just accept it; hold the people close who really love and understand me, and otherwise be content with my solitary little hobbies and special interest. At least those can’t leave and aren’t unavailable. It just sucks when everyone you rely on so much (because you don’t have many others), have what feels like a sea of people available to them. You always have to share them, but they never have to share you. Published 18 Aug, 2026

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Maggie Appleton 1 weeks ago

August 2026

I'm writing this from a homely Jacobean-manor-turned-hotel in the West Country , covered in layers of green vines and circled by centenarian trees, on a rare weekend away. Everything is warm: the late afternoon sun, the mustard armchairs, the dark wooden panels along the walls. I'm three teas deep and have a few hours of quiet to think for the first time in many months. Over the summer my baby became a rambunctious toddler, barrelling around the house and narrating our lives in his own language. My family bought and moved into our first real home after crappy-rental-hopping for years. I've now been on the GitHub Next team for the better part of a year and feel settled. My husband and I both work full-time, so with a small child and a new house, one that is in fact a very old house, with broken doorknobs, peeling wallpaper, jammed windows, and rising damp that needs to be fixed, we acutely feel the lack of time these days. It's a stretch to meet everyone's basic needs and keep the dish piles and dirty clothes from drowning us, let alone fix floorboards. I end up thinking a lot about people married to housewives and SAHMs. And the 1971 classic essay I Want a Wife by Judy Brady. An excerpt: "I want a wife who will keep my house clean. A wife who will pick up after my children, a wife who will pick up after me. I want a wife who will keep my clothes clean, ironed, mended, replaced when need be, and who will see to it that my personal things are kept in their proper place so that I can find what I need the minute I need it. I want a wife who cooks the meals. I want a wife who will plan the menus, do the necessary grocery shopping, prepare the meals, serve them pleasantly, and then do the cleaning up while I do my studying." Turns out my husband and I would also like a wife. But not in the polyamorous sense. In the does-the-invisible-unpaid-household-labour sense. Thanks to an incurable case of feminism, it was never going to be me. I am genuinely hopeful agents might put a dent in this problem, in the same way washing machines and dishwashers did. While they can't physically do our chores, I expect we can outsource a good chunk of the mental load to always-on agents like Hermes and OpenClaw : pre-emptively buying the next size of kids' shoes, planning weekend outings, making menus and ordering the groceries, researching and contacting local roofers, balancing family calendars stuffed with school outings and football matches and work trips. But for the moment, autonomous agent systems are a PITA to set up securely. The moment you give them access to the necessary tools like your email, calendar, and a debit card, you've opened a security hellhole. The amount of context these systems need to be genuinely "smart" in the way a human helper would be is non-trivial to configure, and impossible to do safely. This is a "check back next year" technology. For the moment we're resigned to eating lots of cheese on toast and cereal for “meals,” and living in a Montessori-themed construction site. I also think about this hilarious Instagram meme a lot: There is much angst in my circles over the impending mass unemployment of humans. There is much concern over what people will do with their time when all the work of the world disappears, reassigned to agents. What is the work of the world in these conversations? Accounting, sure. Paralegal research. Much of software development. Data entry. Translation. Transcription. Financial advice. Everything listed in these sorts of reports . I've no beef with the argument that most repetitive knowledge work is low-hanging fruit for agent labour. And yet there is so much labour to be done. Obviously, my dishes. Frankly, all of my household tasks. Home maintenance. Childcare. Elderly care. End-of-life care. Social care. Everything that has historically been done for free, by women, unaccounted for in any economic calculations like GDP. And then there's the public service labour that everyone would benefit from but has no clear buyer: retrofitting cities to adapt to a changing climate. Installing solar panels and heat pumps. Planting trees and putting up shade covers. Building and maintaining safe bike paths. Farming seaweed for sequestering carbon. Digging a bunch of new reservoirs so my tiny, rainy island doesn't ironically run out of water . There is no shortage of physical, social, educational, and cultural work that we need humans to do for one another that cannot, in any wild imagining of agent capabilities, be done by our current or near-future robots. We just can't figure out how we would pay people enough to do these jobs. There is plenty of need, but not enough ability or willingness to pay. I find myself twisting my small brain into knots and googling basic economic theory trying to understand how we're going to solve this riddle under modern capitalism. Other than, you know, UBI funded by aggressively taxing tokens. In a very basic bitch move, I've started listening to the audiobook Economics: The User's Guide by Ha-Joon Chang in an attempt to backfill all the economics I never learned and understand more about market dynamics. It feels irresponsible to watch the coming tsunami of AI abundance and not, at least theoretically, understand how it will smash into jobs, wages, and labour. And manifest the permanent underclass we keep hearing about. <a href="https://www.penguin.co.uk/books/187172/economics-the-users-guide-by-chang-ha-joon/9780718197032"><strong>Economics: The User's Guide</strong></a> by Ha-Joon Chang An accessible introduction to economics for readers with no background in the subject. Chang covers classical, Keynesian, Marxist, and half a dozen other schools of economic thought side by side, showing where each one is useful and where it falls apart. Also, while we're on the topic of domestic labour and women's economic freedom, I recently read Yesteryear and loved it, just like everyone else. Strong recommend. <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/238226942-yesteryear"><strong>Yesteryear</strong></a> by Caro Claire Burke Natalie is a tradwife influencer with a picture-perfect farmhouse life, until she wakes up trapped in an actual 19th century, minus the nannies, producers, and industrial ovens propping up her aesthetic. It's a darkly funny, genuinely unsettling read about tradition, fame, and the performance of womanhood.

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Harper Reed 2 weeks ago

Note #739

Hanging out at the boyhood home Thank you for using RSS. I appreciate you. Email me

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fLaMEd fury 2 weeks ago

HTML Day 2026

What’s going on, Internet? Last Saturday was HTML Day , a yearly celebration of hand-writing HTML started by Elliott Cost and Laurel Schwulst. Meetups happen in cities all over the world, and Zachary Kai ran an online session for those of us nowhere near one. Ten minutes of introductions, forty minutes of writing HTML, ten minutes sharing what we made. Zachary has a recap of the session up on his site. I went in with a plan. At the recent Homebrew Website Club I talked about a question we hear all the time at the 32-Bit Cafe : “What should I put on my website? I don’t know what to put on my website.” These web surfers have the HTML and CSS basics down. Their homepages are full of badges, blinkies and custom cursors. What they don’t have is content. After thirty seconds of surfing I know nothing about the person behind the site. So for HTML Day I started hand-writing a little zine about it: Grow Your Website. Forty minutes was enough to plant the first pages. I’ll finish the rest over the weekend and share the link once it’s online. The method is one page and a way to grow it. You start with a seed: a title, a paragraph about who you are, and a bullet list of your interests. The intro grows into an about page. A bullet grows into its own page. The new page grows its own list, and every item on it is another seed. Repeat forever, because a website is never finished. The zine needed someone to grow a site, so I invented PyRo, a webmaster from Aotearoa who works at a garden centre, has a cat called Savage, and listens to a lot of NZ hip-hop. PyRo’s site is the example the zine follows. When it’s finished you can click through the zine and watch it grow from one page to five. (PyRo was one of my earliest handles.) PyRo has good taste too. The NZ hip-hop page covers the Years Gone By crew, the Zips (+++!) collective, and a few others. That list deserves a proper post of its own. More on that soon. 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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There and here

“That’s how it is—we’re literate. And we’re word processors now too, since information theory and the computer are hooked up together. That’s dandy. But why do we lock ourselves into one mode? Why either/or? We aren’t binary. Why have we replaced oral text with written? Isn’t there room for both?” 1 This is Le Guin, in the essay, Text, Silence, Performance. The question is one that animates much of her novel, Always Coming Home , in which an unnamed editor collects stories and texts about the Kesh, a people who may live many years from now in what we today call California. The Kesh are literate—all Kesh children learn to read and write—but they maintain an oral culture alongside that literacy: a cyclical, rather than linear view of time; many spoken performances, plays, chants, and songs, some of which are forbidden from being written down; and the privileging of spoken dialogue as the means of building understanding among people, especially when in conflict. The editor of the book writes: The Kesh distinguished writing and speaking, the written and the spoken word, not as two versions of one thing, but as different activities with a large area of overlap, different languages with a large but not total area of translatability. They saw as a primary distinction between the oral and the written text the quality of the relationship established. Undoubtedly one can and will say (formally or informally) what one wouldn’t write (or wouldn’t say knowing that it was being recorded). The writer’s solitude might look like maximum freedom, but the immediate relationship between speaker and hearer(s) may increase freedom by increasing trust. (A writer of course may remain anonymous as a speaker cannot, but anonymity or a pen-name, denying the self, denies even the possibility of trust.) Between writer and reader, the text itself mediates. It may be properly seen as a communication rather than a relation. In Kesh terms, the connection between writer and reader is not a present one: it is made in the nonpresent, in the Houses of the Sky—and so all written narration is in the Four House Mode. But speaking a text, prepared or improvised, and listening to it constitute a relationship in the Five Houses of the Earth, a connection of present contemporaries, “people breathing together.” Le Guin, Always Coming Home, page 585 To be “present contemporaries” is to be present in the same time and place; both coexistence and presence are required for that relationship to unfold. That may in fact be a useful definition of relationship: a presence in both body and voice, both breath and spirit. The written word is there , for anyone , at any time . It is general and potentially eternal. The spoken word is here , to you , now . It is ephemeral and irreproducible. (We might question the latter word, but the mechanical reproduction, even the moving picture with sound, make an image but does not reconstitute the occasion, the time, the place, or the people there.) Le Guin, Always Coming Home, page 585 In our contemporary moment, much of that spoken word has given way to what Walter Ong refers to as “secondary orality”—speech that is sustained by networks and devices which are themselves dependent on writing. 2 Secondary orality very often precludes presence in both time and space: when we speak into the stream, we are present neither to others nor, in most cases, to ourselves. And as that stream becomes saturated with machine generated language—language in which neither presence nor relation nor trust are possible—we lose even the nonpresent mode of the word. The word becomes neither there nor here. Le Guin gives us a glimpse of another way. The Kesh are not ignorant of digital technologies. The world in their time is connected via a vast computer system with huge amounts of data, text, story, audio, information, literature. Anyone is free to interact with that system as they like, and some few people choose to make it the locus of their work. But to connect to this network requires visiting an exchange—a physical place—of which there is only one in the entire valley. They could have more exchanges, if they liked, but they choose not to. They do not carry the network in their pockets, nor do they invite it into their homes. Perhaps there is a clue: that to keep the word, we must keep our distance. Le Guin, Always Coming Home , page 735.  ↩︎ Ong, Orality and Literacy , page 9.  ↩︎ View this post on the web , reply via email , or become a supporter . Le Guin, Always Coming Home , page 735.  ↩︎ Ong, Orality and Literacy , page 9.  ↩︎

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Manuel Moreale 2 weeks ago

On content, writing, and art

Yesterday I was emailing with the always lovely Robin Harford, who has a wonderful website over at eatweeds.co.uk . We were discussing the sad state of the web, and wondering what can be done to prevent Google and the others from abusing our content. And within that discussion, he mentioned his hate for the word “ content ”. He’s not the only one who feel that way; I’ve seen quite a few people mentioning this issue of the use of the word “content” to describe the product of someone’s creativity. As I said to him via email, I don’t have the same issue with the word, but that’s maybe because I’m not a native speaker and to me “content” doesn’t carry a connotation of any kind. If you say “content creator” , though, that’s a different story. He used the word “art” to describe the product of his work, and I have no issue with that. He’s a writer after all, and writing is an art form. My 5 years of high school were spent at an art school, studying traditional goldsmithing, as well as art in general. And maybe this is how my brain is wired, but to me the word “art” usually isn’t attached to written content. I also don’t consider myself a writer . Which is funny because when I get asked to describe what I do the most succinct definition I often use is “writer of code and words” since that is what I spend my time doing in front of this screen. But reflecting on the use of these words made me wonder what even is this thing I’m doing here on this site. This is clearly writing and, therefore, I am a writer. But in that case, we’re probably all writers. We all text and send emails and post online. Are we all writers? What makes a writer a writer? The medium? The length? The meaning? The time spent? As I said to Robin via email, I think of what I do here as public emailing. I sometimes have thoughts appearing in this brain of mine, and I decide to share them in a way that’s public. These are attempts to communicate, to make connections, to encourage dialogue. But maybe that’s also what artists try to do with their art? As always, many questions, not as many answers. Thank you for keeping RSS alive. You're awesome. Connect via email :: Sign my guestbook :: Support for 1$/month

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The Beginning Place

Hugh, suddenly overwhelmed by the dreary, lifeless routine of work-television-work, runs from the house he shares with his mother. He does not know where he is going. He runs down streets and past suburban homes and finds himself at a strange and beautiful creek. The water is cool and revives him, brings him back to himself. He soon visits this place as often as he can, finding in it something sacred and unspeakable. He thinks he is the only one who comes there, until one day he sees a young woman, who likewise thinks this is her place. In fact, she has known of this place for much longer, and knows also of the strange people who live a ways up the trail. She knows, too, of a great fear that is terrorizing them, and that there is something—perhaps someone—they are waiting for. There are several allegories at work here, not the least of which seems to me to have some of Beowulf to it. But I think the book may also be seen as a kind of coming of age story, if coming of age was the work not of one but two, not of solitude or isolation but of connection, conjoining, coupling. View this post on the web , reply via email , or become a supporter .

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Sean Goedecke 3 weeks ago

How to keep thinking

Imagine you’re the guest on some kind of frenetic, software-engineering-themed game show. The host is constantly flipping over new cards with questions that you have to answer as fast as possible: Working in 2026 feels a bit like this. When frontier AI models can do most of the tasks in your queue, the most efficient way to work is often spinning off tasks for an AI agent and continually context-switching between the results 1 . This isn’t quite mindless — in fact, it requires quite a lot of skill to skim the AI response and rapidly decide what to do with it — but it certainly involves less time for slow, careful reflection. Why does it have to be frenetic? Why not just slow down? I suppose you could , but I don’t recommend it. It’s just such a miserable experience to spend your day close-reading LLM output : carefully chewing and savoring each morsel of slop. It’s far less unpleasant to skim through quickly and pick out the useful nuggets of content. Couldn’t you simply do more of the work by hand? It’s unfortunately true that tech is high-pressure these days . If you’ve got the time and space to work more slowly, that’s great! But when your company gives you a “solve this task ten times more quickly” button, you are heavily incentivized to use it as much as possible, or risk being outcompeted by your peers. I sometimes worry that working with LLMs is making me dumber. Not in the “literally melting your brain” sense that some papers imply , but in the sense that it’s biasing me towards the quick “skimming and judging” parts of my mental toolkit and away from the slow “hammock time” needed for deep thought and real creativity. I don’t want to attribute this shift entirely to LLMs, since the post-2010s tech industry has become more frenetic for broader economic reasons . But either way, it’s got me wondering how I can keep thinking slowly . The main thing that’s worked for me is to write more. Specifically, I mean writing in my own words . Writing with an LLM does not work for this at all, even if you’re going to some effort to iterate on the content and outline the things you want to say. Why? Having to put the words together yourself forces you to articulate your thoughts. In a very real sense, it forces you to think . When you have an idea in your head for something to write, you don’t really have an idea. What you have is a kind of directional sense of where an idea might be, or a fragment of the kind of thing that might eventually become an idea. You construct the idea itself while writing. Incidentally, this is why I don’t really agree with “ideas are easy, execution is everything” 2 : most “ideas” are not really even ideas. The other thing I recommend is to read actual books . Books — particularly dense non-fiction books — are the antithesis of AI slop. The slower you can read them, the better. I’ve been reading more and more non-fiction in the last few years, and I don’t think it’s a coincidence. I think my brain is naturally craving information-dense content, in the same way that sodium-deficient people start to crave salt . In fact, I’ve been combining the two approaches: reading a book and then writing about it . This process is exactly what I’ve been craving since I started programming with LLMs. I get to carefully read a book, think hard about it, often go and read another book or two on the same topic, then sit and try to articulate what I’ve learned. It’s great! I can feel parts of my brain stretching again. It was pretty nice when I got paid to use those parts of my brain all day. Unfortunately, I think those times are coming to an end . There will always be room for some amount of careful, slow reflection in software engineering, but (for at least a little while) we’ll be expected to be rapidly switching between LLM outputs. We may have to find ways outside of work to continue the habit of thinking slowly. Even just in terms of work, I think losing that habit entirely would be a big mistake. There are still plenty of ordinary problems that are too hard for current LLMs to solve on their own. The most common example I run into is “large refactor on a complicated codebase”. Current-generation LLMs can do this without (many) errors, but they can’t yet do it tastefully . Sometimes you need to be able to think a problem through entirely with your own brain. This doesn’t mean switching between tasks . I routinely use six or seven different agent sessions on the same task: one for exploration, two or three for trying out different implementations, two or three for review, one for manual testing, and so on. Many of these can proceed in parallel. I remember reading a story 3 about a well-known author. Someone wanted to tell him their book idea, but they were so protective of it that they forced him to first sign a NDA before they retrieved the idea from their office safe. It was a single word “bioweapons” written on a slip of paper. Ironically, when I tried to google the source, Gemini kept trying to write me a story about bioweapons. Is this adjustment to the database schema right? Do these bits of data look plausible? Do these five paragraphs of text describe an actual series of manual tests that took place? Does this suggested architecture pass the smell test? Is this implementation better than the current code? Or this one? Or this one? This doesn’t mean switching between tasks . I routinely use six or seven different agent sessions on the same task: one for exploration, two or three for trying out different implementations, two or three for review, one for manual testing, and so on. Many of these can proceed in parallel. ↩ I remember reading a story 3 about a well-known author. Someone wanted to tell him their book idea, but they were so protective of it that they forced him to first sign a NDA before they retrieved the idea from their office safe. It was a single word “bioweapons” written on a slip of paper. ↩ Ironically, when I tried to google the source, Gemini kept trying to write me a story about bioweapons. ↩

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Kev Quirk 3 weeks ago

📝 2026-08-05 22:52: I have a habit of giving all our pets nicknames, there's many of them for...

I have a habit of giving all our pets nicknames, there's many of them for each of our dogs. We've Nelly for 4 days and already I have: Nells Bells Nelly Bean Nelly Furtado Man Eater (after the song) Nelly the Elephant It's anyone's guess which will stick. Our other dogs, Tia and Sid, are t-bone and squid (short for Sqidley) respectively. 🤷🏼‍♂️ Thanks for reading this post via RSS. RSS is ace, and so are you. ❤️ You can reply to this post by email , or leave a comment .

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annie's blog 3 weeks ago

Waiting to be found by only you

Who knows how reality will continue to develop? There’s no way to prepare. When you can’t be prepared, be prepared to find poetry in the chaos. Secret messages, serendipitous grace, lines of meaning in a whirlwind of uncertainty. “It's gonna change, baby doll It's gonna change, honey ball It's gonna change, sugar cane It's gonna change, sweetie legs.” This is a test but so is everything. Everyone is watching you and everyone will judge you and you have to make peace with it. Also, no one is watching you and no one cares and you have to make peace with that, too. You will always displease some people. In the end, you are watching and judging and ignoring and being displeased, too. It evens out. Give up on pursuing happiness as quickly as possible. Seek to live, instead. It's quite the experience, but it will include much, much more than happiness. Give yourself comfort in small things and challenge in big things. Or maybe the opposite. Pick 3 skills from the list below and master them as quickly as possible: how to defuse an argument how to make a Venn diagram how to not take everything personally how to be running up that hill how to stop trying how to keep trying how to properly use the words effect and affect how to make a dent in the universe how to roast a marshmallow perfectly the way you like it how to forgive yourself how to make a great sandwich how to ask questions how to make numbered lists how to write in cursive (A fading skill! Grab it now before it’s gone. Or don’t because literally no one cares.) how to find your people how to make a great lemon dessert how to ignore lists like this Alternately, memorize a poem instead. It will be more beautiful, and just as useful. Perhaps more useful. Who knows how reality will continue to develop? When you can’t be prepared, be prepared to find poetry in the chaos. Find your kind of poetry — whether it’s in words or music or the ocean or motion or a really great sandwich — and look for it everywhere. It will always be there, waiting to be found by only you. how to defuse an argument how to make a Venn diagram how to not take everything personally how to be running up that hill how to stop trying how to keep trying how to properly use the words effect and affect how to make a dent in the universe how to roast a marshmallow perfectly the way you like it how to forgive yourself how to make a great sandwich how to ask questions how to make numbered lists how to write in cursive (A fading skill! Grab it now before it’s gone. Or don’t because literally no one cares.) how to find your people how to make a great lemon dessert how to ignore lists like this

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ava's blog 3 weeks ago

show respect - name things correctly

I occasionally come across people who call themselves “almost vegan” “practically vegan” “99% vegan” and similar descriptions. The reasons for that are usually casual in nature: They still want to enjoy grandma’s great cake, they don’t wanna cause a ruckus at the company barbecue, and when it’s pizza night, they can’t say no to a good cheese. But other than that - plantbased. And they quickly want to convey that to someone. I still want to urge others to be precise with language. We have words for “almost vegan”. They’re “vegetarian”, or, depending how you mean it, “flexitarian”. When you say you are vegetarian, people will understand that you refuse to consume certain animal products, but still eat some. When you label yourself a flexitarian, it suggests to others that you made the decision to reduce the animal products you consume, but you still consume them. Meanwhile, “vegan” is more restrictive. It is supposed to tell the listener that the person avoids consuming animal products as far as is possible and practicable. People like to forget the latter part, but this is the exception needed for emergencies, medicine and similar pressing matters. And this also applies to non-food items, something I don’t see many vegetarians practicing. When you are saying you are “ basically vegan, but still eat xyz ”, you are making things complicated for others, and reduce the lifestyle choice to merely food intake. I’ve been vegan since 2019. Education about different ways to eat/live is still lacking, and I’ll still encounter people who have trouble keeping vegan and vegetarian apart. “ You eat no animal products? What about eggs? And fish? Wow, no fish! And what about milk? ” and I think, unfortunately, one puzzle piece of it is that what vegetarians do seems willfully inconsistent to most omnivorous people, and makes it hard for them to remember who eats what. They wonder: “ If meat is so unethical, why not milk and eggs too, coming from similar conditions? Why still choose to eat fish, when that is also an animal carcass, and technically meat? ” And then you come on top, saying you’re vegan but still eat this or that animal product, adding to the confusion. You’re then becoming the person people bring up to me like “ But so-and-so is vegan and still eats cheese! ”. Please don’t further add to confusion. Make it easy for people to understand your boundaries and lifestyle, make it easy for them to cook and bake for you if they want to do that. I’ve been wondering: What makes the vegan label so attractive to people who are not vegan? After all, vegans are not very popular. Some people will know none personally, yet have a passionate (hateful) opinion about them. Others invent weird strawmen of the hypocritical vegan who preaches to others and yet flies 200 days a year while gorging themselves on avocados and almonds. Allegedly, the vegan will harass anyone at the table, brings the mood down and makes everyone uncomfortable. They’re extremists and privileged, some say veganism is classist and racist. So what is there to gain? I hypothesize that deep down, surprisingly many people actually have no problem with veganism and think it is good, and that they’d also live that way if it was easier for them - maybe cheaper products, better recipes, better replacement products, better and bigger selection of vegan products everywhere, normalized in society, their caregivers agree to enable it, possible with their illness or allergies, and so on. So they do what they can (for example, becoming vegetarian), but reach their current limit. It hurts though, to be aware of an ideal you have and falling short of it. You know what you think is right, yet you feel hindered from acting like it. This dissonance is unbearable at times, especially when you see others living the life you want to live, or feel like you have to justify yourself in front of others whenever this topic comes up (vegans can tell you all about this awful stage before they finally made the jump!). It usually goes as follows: Person makes an impassioned speech about how eating animals is wrong, and to not seem like a total hypocrite, they follow it up with “I am basically vegan”. It’s supposed to convey: I am almost there, this is just an embarrassing temporary situation, I totally know what’s right, and these exceptions shouldn’t count much! They’re practically non-existent! But I don’t think this is serving you well. In the moment, it saves you some embarrassment and makes you feel better about falling short of your ideal, but further on, it just minimizes your actions and doesn’t hold you to the standards you want to fulfill. It protects you from facing the fact that, yes, no matter how strongly you have reduced anything, you are still by definition a vegetarian (or flexitarian), which means you eating cheese once a week falls under the same umbrella term as vegetarian Aunt Emma who still eats eggs and milk daily and fish on Fridays. It feels unfair, but that is how it is. I also understand that it feels better for some people to claim the harsher, more extreme, more difficult label (in anything, really) because there is some clout in it. You might want the image of being someone who is doing something that is uncommon and regarded as difficult, someone that is going against the grain to do something good; you want the valor, and maybe you wanna come off as morally superior. But you cannot get the valor without doing the work. Your friends still see you eating that kebab while drunk, no matter what you say otherwise. You’re losing credibility, and people might come to the conclusion that you don’t practice what you preach. Plus, you are not going to build rapport with vegans when you do this, no matter if you might do this to impress them. It comes down to respect for me. If you want to acknowledge that veganism is worth doing, but it is difficult and you cannot do it right now, then leave the label to those who can, and acknowledge where you fall short. This isn’t about punishing people who do what they can - even little counts - but about using language correctly, and making it easy for people to understand your habits and lifestyle. You would also not seriously say any of the following: (Though I have to say, saying them as a joke is funny.) So continue to be precise in this aspect as well. There is absolutely nothing wrong with saying “I’m vegetarian.” or “I avoid animal products except cheese.” or “I prefer to eat vegan options, but not all the time.” Published 03 Aug, 2026 “I don’t drink liquor, just beer and wine. I’m almost sober.” “I jog twice a week. I’m basically an athlete.” “I can order tapas in Spanish. I’m kinda bilingual.” “I have a few houseplants. I’m practically a botanist.”

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Justin Duke 4 weeks ago

Near to the Wild Heart

Two friends, upon learning that I wanted to get into Clarice Lispector, advised me not to start with Near to the Wild Heart . Having now finished the book, I think I understand why. The two parallels that come to mind — less in terms of style and message than in terms of how one situates the prose — are Murakami and Woolf. Murakami is, to be clear, the much less stylistically successful of the two. But like Murakami, Lispector's work has been treated with a sense of otherness — not as a method of denigrating it, but to suggest that it sits outside its country's literary tradition. And while you can make a compelling argument that Murakami taps into a distinctly Japanese sense of alienation and ennui in the modern era — and, moreover, that much of his earlier writing is explicitly political — Lispector here is ethereal, barely attempting to give any hint or indication of where and how her protagonists live. Part of this otherness — the sense of the story being completely untethered to any semblance of setting — serves contemporary reading well, in this age of autofiction and, for lack of a better term, idealistic narcissism. There is hardly a hint of whiplash going from Ben Lerner to Lispector. Woolf I evoke for a handful of reasons. First: like Lispector, Virginia Woolf is often praised backhandedly, under the umbrella of feminist literature, or feminist modernism. But Woolf's goals — say, in To the Lighthouse — are directly oppositional to Lispector's. The Lighthouse is an argument toward the permeability of consciousness and shared existence, conveyed with empathy and perspective. Woolf uses the frame of modernism to talk about shared experience , and this pattern forms a lineage in which I can find much of my favorite writing. (See also A.S. Byatt's Possession .) Lispector, conversely — at least in this book — is a solipsist. Her self-insert protagonist is the raison d'être of the entire prose, the sun about which every other character orbits. Any character not named Joana is given time and energy only insofar as they shed light on Joana. And the philosophy of the book — beyond its explicit cribbing of Spinoza — is an argument, if not quite in favor of this, then against the status quo that spawns it. All that aside: this book makes me more intrigued to read the Lispector of her later years, while considerably less excited at the prospect of having found an author I can spend the next decade absorbing. Her biggest asset on display is the prose. Even through translation, her writing is beautiful and serrated, while never being Rococo. And considering her age upon writing this — and this is where the Woolf comparisons begin to feel unfair — one gets the sense of a young master in full control of what she wants to say and how she wants to say it, but who unfortunately does not yet have much at all to say. One last note: the final chapter, a series of monologues from Joana, is indeed placeable among the highest echelons of modernism — beautiful and cryptic and self-indulgent all at once.

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fLaMEd fury 4 weeks ago

Open Tabs July 2026

What’s going on, Internet? If you don’t folllow my Bookmarks through the feed , then here’s the bookmarks from July. Enjoy. For more, check out the bookmarks archive, and subscribe to the feeds if you want these as they happen. 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. Rant about blogs and the IndieWeb - Dom Corriveau Okay, this one had me in tears. Such a good read. Your Metablogging is Lame as Hell – Absurd Pirate’s Internet Blog Lol, kinda nodding my head here. Blogging about Bear Blog blogs is becoming a bit of a thing, isn’t it? don’t let Web nostalgia obscure a positive Web future This has always been something I’m an advocate for. Draw inspiration from the 90s/2000s web, but don’t rely on old and outdated hacks. Take advantage of the capabilities we have today, but don’t go overboard with modern bloat. Pseudonym as an escape I’ve written about this previously. The pseudonym isn’t hiding; it’s breathing room. Been enjoying not being my IRL name online since 96. Websites Are Not Going to Die If Google stops linking to websites, it stops being a search engine. Another good reminder to keep the personal website going while corp search eats itself. The Web Won Because It Got Easier Worth a read for anyone pushing the indie web. Knowing how it all works doesn’t make it easy for the next person. Netizen Contributing to the internet for the good of it, not for profit. Now I’m wondering what my netizen contributions will be… The Music Discovery Problem Music discovery takes intentional effort once the algorithm’s gone, and that’s fine. I should write up and document my discovery process. We need a physical digital music experience Olly’s model already exists in the audiobook world. Libro.fm sends a slice of my audiobook purchases to my local (physical) bookstore. Hardcore IndieWeb: Run your own website 100% independently for only $0.01/day Great read. The Overthinkers Guide to rekindle your Blogging Mojo Maybe some inspiration for some of you to start writing again. Sometimes I just cbf writing, lol List of things I love seeing in personal webspaces A non-exhaustive list of things Folkmoss love seeing in blogs/personal websites. What should a personal website be? Ratfactor asks about what a website should be. A reflection of yourself, not some idea of what a website is meant to be. Kevin Boone: Why Idon’t really care if web content is AI-generated Kevin Boone talks about how scepticism should apply to everything online, not just the AI-generated stuff. Trust the source you know, not the medium. It feels like people forget how crap search results have been since 2008 with the rise of “SEO Spam”. Humans have been shit long before AI. Dirty Little Zine — Free 8-Page Printable Zine Maker Super cool little tool that will help you create simple 8-page zines What We Lost When We Quit Using Crappy Old Web Forums A fantastic read about forum software all the way from Usenet to Discourse, which is where we ended up at the 32-Bit Cafe, same as every other forum these days. RIP phpBB. #11: fLaMEd Fury (flamedfury.com) - Wonders of Web Weaving So, I did a podcast. James had me on his podcast to talk about my corner of the web. We got into gaming and TV communities, music, and why the indie web is worth it.

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Kev Quirk 4 weeks ago

📝 2026-08-01 08:47: Today is the first of August. Where the hell did the first two thirds of...

Today is the first of August. Where the hell did the first two thirds of 2026 go??? 😵‍💫 Thanks for reading this post via RSS. RSS is ace, and so are you. ❤️ You can reply to this post by email , or leave a comment .

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