Entries tagged “posts”
I’m back from a holiday in North Norfolk, and have just finished the enjoyable task of processing my photos and putting them up on my photoblog.
I’m off down a rabbit hole, finding out Orkney names for birds, inspired by Erland Cooper’s album ‘Solan Goose’.
I’ve written about my new photoblog: https://d.
Enjoying an iPad
I’ve made some jeans and written about jeans, sewing, and Suffragettes.
This week I have been playing with my Pandoc setup, and using Pandocomatic and Scrivomatic:
I’m enjoying Forklift 3 (a Finder replacement), and have written a quick review: https://d.
I’ve written (in a rather rambling way) about my memories of Bristol, and finding a lost dog.
My latest sewing marathon, making my outfit for a wedding.
I made a bow tie for Mr Bsag yesterday at his request, and learned how to tie one.
I’m on holiday at last!
I’ve tinkered a bit with the a permalink so for Blot and adjusted my Zaps accordingly.
I’ve switched my Slipstream blog to use Blot!
I had a student in my office at work who looked at the tapes on my shelves and said, with a note of wonder, “Are those VHSs?
Finding my style
Unexploded bomb shuts Aston Expressway - BBC News
In theory, I’ve hooked together my micro.
I got a puncture in my rear bike tyre this morning.
This chap was also wearing a sparkling clean white shirt, so grappling with my grubby bike was beyond the call of duty.
Shoving your nose into an newly-opened bag of coffee beans and inhaling deeply really is one of life’s great pleasures.
It’s graduation day today.
World’s dullest game
The delightful thing about having shiny bike rims is that you glance down on a sunny day and see the wheel glitter as it turns.
Moving from Tumblr
Many people believe geekdom is defined by a love of a thing, but I think — and my experience of geekdom bears on this thinking — that the true sign of a geek is a delight in sharing a thing. It’s the major difference between a geek and a hipster, you know: When a hipster sees someone else grooving o…
A small medallion—discovered tightly crumpled around a screw in a World War II British Hawker Hurricane Mk.