I'm about to tell my entire technology-dependent existence to piss up a rope. Let's see, in the past few days: * My iPhone won't charge using a USB-C cable. Must use MagSafe * The desktop Linux machine suddenly won't find its own Bluetooth device
I was rewatching Videodrome the other night, and thought I'd finish up a roll of film in the Nikon FE2 by making a couple of stills from the TV. I've been in love with Debbie Harry since high school.
I have created a simple app and site with links to all of my blogs and a single RSS feed that combines all of them. feeds.baty.net (By "I have created..." I mean "instructed Claude Code to create", in case that's important to
I feel like doing my daily post from here today. This is one of those days where I want things to be simpler. Simple tools. Simple workflow. Simple ideas. Emacs is none of those. Hugo is none of those. Now what? I wanted to make a note about going to
I occasionally suffer from what I call "Text File Fatigue". It gets worse after I've spent a few days dialing in my plain-text/Emacs/CLI workflow. This is happening today. After hours of tweaking and cleaning up my Emacs config, Org mode capture templates, agenda display,
I should have loved this. I mean Haley Lu Richardson, Sam Rockwell, and Michael Peña? I am IN! Except I kind of hated it. Rockwell is a favorite and I love it when they let him off his leash, but I didn't enjoy his character at all. This
I just want to say how much I enjoy using TiddlyWiki, especially when compared to Obsidian. TiddlyWiki is weird and old and has all sorts of limitations. None of the limitations bother me much, and its weirdness might be its greatest strength. Besides, everyone uses Obsidian. Using TiddlyWiki feels like
I said round about 2011 that I thought that it had serious and worrying implications for the future if millions of adults were queueing up to see Batman movies. Because that kind of infantilisation – that urge towards simpler times, simpler realities – that can very often be a precursor to fascism.
The Return of Travis Kalanick: Fact & Fluff! – On my Om As an entrepreneur, I love Kalanick, because he makes for a great story. He knows how to do bombast right. And he knows how to play the victim right. He has the right quotes. And he knows how to
What an interesting configuration of stuff on the wall of my dad's garage. I wanted a photo of the Dali print he has hanging for some reason. Turned out the whole photo ended up as some sort of recursive surreal thing.
The past couple of weeks my blogging has been, let's say, chaotic. I rebuilt the Tinderbox file that manages and generates daily.baty.net. I spent more time tinkering with Pure Blog. I tidied up bits of my Hugo workflow. I even considered bringing the wiki back. Yesterday,