ongoing by Tim Bray

Meet Emily van Lidth de Jeude, an artist who lives on an island and has the most adorable chicken coop you’ll ever see.

I just landed a PR that fixed a nasty data race in Quamina.

There’s been a lot of discussion recently about the GenAI giants “watermarking” their output, which to say inserting data so you can tell that it’s been generated by ChatGPT or Gemini or Claude or whatever.

Fools have said that the Prairies are boring.

It’s been a rough few years, for the earth, for the societies that populate it, and for my family.

Those first three words in the title name the members of the Dunun family, cylindrical West-African drums that you usually put on a stand to play.

The world is, I mean.

I spent last week at a summer music camp put on by WCAMS, the West Coast Amateur Musicians Society, pronounced “Wickams”.

This summer has been very sporting; in the course of a couple of weeks I attended a World Cup match and a minor-league baseball game.

Dear World: Now is a good time to get off social media that’s going downhill.

It’s been a while.

The piece you’re now looking at exists because my latest “Long Links” curation of interesting not-lightweight material included quite a few focused on our dominant malaise, namely you-know-what, I mean it’s in the title.

Hey everyone, I know you’re overloaded because everything has become overly efficient.

The best thing about long-lived incumbent technologies like JSON and XML is that nobody really has to think about them much any more.

A person watching over my shoulder asked “How are you switching around so fast?”

Recently I got an invitation from an organization I respect, to a gathering of senior people, unconference format.

War is bad.

That’s James S.A.

On impulse, Lauren and I went out for a short walk — around just a few blocks — as the grey Spring afternoon shaded to dusk.