I haven’t done one of these in awhile. Here’s my current home office setup. As it stands, I’ve got a whole lot of gear on not much desk, which will probably need to change in some substantial ways.
Easily one of my favorite new OS features in years. It even works with a surprising amount of hand-lettered text (see the comic example below)
I was feeling a little nostalgic for the 1990s, so I turned one of my many Raspberry Pis into a CDE desktop.
I roughly followed the instructions here, but they’re kind of broken if you pull the current source. If anyone cares to try it themselves, I can drop a note with the extra steps I needed.
One of the joys of living in a place with actual seasons is that you get to go to the cider mill in the fall. As a born and bred Michigander, young Jacob is a fan of apple cider and donuts, too.
This is the same place we visited back in 2018
Jacob took a trip out to Blake Farms with his great-aunt Carolyn.
There were u-pick apples, including this pretty Gold Rush variety.
He got to watch the cider being made.
Of course, there was the reward of hot cider and donuts at the end.
free·keh | ˈfrēkə |
a cereal food made from unripened wheat that has been roasted and crushed into small pieces, used especially in Middle Eastern cooking: cook the freekeh in simmering salted water for about 15 minutes, then drain.
Arabic farīka, from farīk ‘rubbed’, from faraka ‘to rub’ (the grain is rubbed between the hands, so that the husks can be blown away).
I moved this blog from a virtual host running an unmaintainbly old version of the now deprecated CentOS to a hopefully maintainable Ubuntu installation. I still haven’t figured out what to do about pyblosxom’s Python 2 problem, but I’m looking into it.
If anything seems broken, tag me on Twitter (@ffg)
I was out running errands a couple of days ago, and looked over towards Red Run whle filling my gas tank. I had to run over and snap a few pictures. All shots unedited/unretouched from an iPhone 11.
As I mentioned earlier, we had many, many peaches to deal with. We froze a bunch, gave away many, and made salsa and preserves with the rest. They came out great.
I believe the precise unit term for the quantity of peaches our backyard tree produced this year is the “metric fuckton.” (there were several hundred)
The dirty work at political conventions is almost always done in the grim
hours between midnight and dawn. Hangmen and politicians work best when
the human spirit is at its lowest ebb.
— Russell Baker