noelle's wobbling field

I started hearing this phrase when I grew into my teens, no longer something small and cute, but a gangly thing with a pretty face.

I’ve been writing personal essays at the behest of my mother, the oomfie-beloved sociomom, and the task has given me both a dull, low-grade anxiety about what my writing is actually worth to people and a deeper understanding of the weaknesses of my prose.

My mother brought up the Regional Schools Press Conference while we were eating lunch, and unfortunately her beloved interns did not bring home the bacon (my father made us some pork belly with a wicked barbecue sauce, though, so it made for a nice consol…

When I say Quotes, I am of course referring broadly to fountain pens and the hobby surrounding them.

Linux Mint has been my daily driver for...

I’ve finished watching Pluto recently, and while the show only touches on human memory as a comparison point to that of a robot’s, it nevertheless made me think of the effect it has on the human experience.

Every time Sam Altman and his parade of vacuous little conmen show us these expensive computer tricks, the reaction always plays a little bit into their act.

I'm almost done with my first journal, I though I'd tell you.

When it was announced that Cohost was shutting down, there was a push towards people making their own websites instead of migrating to other, worse social media sites.