inauspicious start to my day, although first time fixing a tubeless flat with my tire plug tool was successful, if awkward
I forget which song from this record I woke up with in my head, but listening to the entire thing straight through was a pretty relaxing Christmas morning jam while I wait for the rest of my family to wake up. I discovered the Wild Colonials my freshman/sophomore year at Arizona, 1994; they were playing during the day at the student union on the day of their Tucson gig. I didn't make the real gig but that performance at the union was magical. Top 10 record for me.
I'm always amused by replies to @fesshole that speak as if their response is going to the original poster
youtube.com/watch?v=fFrcTZv5Ivg
#carbrain at its finest/funniest
He revelled in fame and supremacy during his career but he didn’t trade on it later on. Visitors to his home would remark there were no trophies, not even a photo of him from back in the day. Similarly in 2017 when Herentals townhall wanted to make a statue of him, Van Looy agreed on the condition was it was made in his image as an octogenarian...L’Equipe branded him the “silent emperor”
I contributed to @Tusky after scanning their thorough release notes and seeing this comment. That and a release on xmas eve makes it obvious the maintainers are burning even more of their free time to update free software.
"Verily: librarians, archivists, cataloguers, and indexers are the Noble Professions.
"For they organise information in a manner in which humans actually think – unlike ChatGPT and Artificial Intelligence.
"They are the holders of the old knowledge and skills."
“Twelfth Night Till Candlemas” – the story of a forty-year book-quest and of its remarkable ending
"I tried, without success, to explain that Julius understood nothing of what we were doing."
"How comfortable are we with the disappearance of entire swaths of careers and artistic pursuits? And who is making these decisions — private equity or journalists, AI or archivists, billionaires or workers?"
What happens when the internet disappears?
theverge.com/24321569/internet-decay-link-rot-web-archive-deleted-culture
A holiday short story by my friend David Hopkins, set in his ever expanding and delighting fantasy world: "The Night of Yuletide Pirates: An Efre Ousel Short Story"
