There's an old saying "change is inevitable, progress is not".
Searching for it shows some attributing it to some business guru or another, but I know it pre-dates those references, having seen it in email signatures at least going back to the early years of the 21st century, well before …
People I talk with about my resistance to cloud-centric, consumer-like computing have a hard time understanding my reticence. Many, in learning of my choices tend to cast them as an indictment of their own. This discomfort with pluralism of approach is a problem too big to address here, now, but …
Studies show that people can with around 7 items in their short-term memory.
Another truism is that notable deaths come in threes. That may be perceptual bias of some kind, because people die all the time, and how notable any given death is is pretty subjective.
It may be that …
How can I take the dent in the lid of a canning jar well-sealed, or the plain look of surprise on the face of a cow, when you meet it on the highway and it will not turn aside, or the way snow, when it first falls in the mountains …
I went looking for my copy of Freeman Dyson's Infinite In All Directions because I wanted to reread his essay Manchester and Athens.
Along the way, I found my copy of James Baldwin's The Fire Next Time, which I dipped into thinking just for a moment to remind myself if …
I'm not sure I've heard a more apocalyptic sound than a snowblower kicking up a big racket, but hidden around a corner of a nearby house: Lots of weird, loud sounds coming from no obvious nearby source. Made all the louder and weirder by the deep hush from all that …
In the run-up to our trip last summer (August 2015) we were talking about packing, and I offered that Rick Steves says that one only needs to pack two pairs of slacks or two skirts or the equivalent. To which the household tween retorted "who is this Rick Steves, anyway …
We're coming up on year since the first big air trip in a long time which I really looked forward to as a trip itself. I've driven to a few conferences over the last several years and that has been fun, but driving, and on a schedule, has a sense …
I used to love to travel. Usually didn't matter where or how. When I was very young, this meant car trips between relative's houses, of varying length depending on who was living where when. When the distances got great enough, it meant the rare, and exciting, airplane trip. I still …
OK, I've messed around already several times with Python virtualenv environments and Pelican instances to try to get the hang of this, but now I've got a local working content directory and my remote web server 'update' location tied together via git, I've got my Markdown on, so maybe this …