March 29, 2024
I made an Apple Shortcut that texts a random one of H.P. Lovecraft’s Cool Writing Ideas from the Commonplace Book to my wife and son every day. I think they will definitely love getting these daily for eternity.
I made an Apple Shortcut that texts a random one of H.P. Lovecraft’s Cool Writing Ideas from the Commonplace Book to my wife and son every day. I think they will definitely love getting these daily for eternity.
My career has never been the subject of anything before, so this is a weird one for me. The Back Page podcast, hosted by my friends Matt Castle and Samuel Roberts, asked me to join them and talk about my experiences as part of their apparent mission to collect all the Edge editors on the show.
An assortment of photos that I took over 2023, mostly around Bath.
So much of life is invisible, hard to define, harder to be sure of. So finding evidence of something you’ve maybe felt for weeks comes as a shock.
Apparently, Humane’s lapel-squatting phone-replacing everything-device doesn’t “do apps”. It instead automatically chooses “AI experiences” to interpret and act on users’ commands.
I hate that they’re called “AI experiences”, because we’re inherently passive when we experience something: it happens to us. And yet we should be inherently active when we use a device. I wish these things were called “services”, because that’s what we should expect from a device that should be a tool.
We took young Roddy to visit his mum, Maple, and sister, Scout.
A circular patch of trees at the very top of the highest hill for miles around.
The fingers of my daughter’s left hand shift between positions on her violin’s fingerboard, moving with miraculous precision, stopping strings against the fretless board, fast and slow, and rocking them for vibrato. Trained over countless hours of practice and guided by her innate ability, they seem to have an unconscious life of their own.
And I watch, not quite grasping the relationship between her actions and the sound she’s making, and awed by her mastery of something far beyond anything I’ve taught her or know. 14 years from baby to near-adult; eight years from first picking up a violin. I know my daughter profoundly well in almost every other way, but she becomes someone new to me when she plays. I hardly recognise her, and it’s wondrous.
Stockholm looked beautiful under frost, brief sun, and long darkness.
A beautiful day. Falling leaves, slanted sunshine. Yellow, red, auburn.