Months ago, I submitted a paper to a CFP outside my area—and immediately wrote my co-author a list of what I thought probably still needed fixing. Reviews came back today with both reviewers recommending “ready for publication.” Academic writing is unpredictable, but I’ll take it in this case.
I did not expect Walter Brueggemann’s writing to remind me of anarchism, but I think what has appealed to me in anarchist writing is what I would eventually find in Brueggemann.
Finally realizing that I accidentally removed my site’s commenting overlay a few months ago and getting it back up. 🙃
Il y a des jours où c’est bien pénible, le vélotaf, mais aujourd’hui, c’était le premier vélotaf de 2026, et j’en étais bien content.
Wrapping up a one-way car rental and once again bemoaning the lack of rail infrastructure in this country.
One of my political science professors in undergrad studied Chavista populism in Venezuela and, with the rise of figures like Sarah Palin, was considering pivoting to populism in the US when I TAed for him. Anyway, wondering what’s going through his head this morning.
Family TTRPG session ended with the players using blackmail to become part owners of the in-universe famous restaurant whose owners gave them their initial quest. Feels like success.
I genuinely think I’ve hiccuped more this weekend than in the preceding decade. It sucks, and I’m starting to wonder what minor deity I’ve offended.
The thrill I feel at wrapping up grading has been immediately destroyed by the email from my Kentucky state rep reflecting on the theological significance of Christmas. C’mon dude, at least pretend to separate church and state.
Kiddo learned an effective “stop hiccuping” technique from a podcast months ago, but tonight was my first bout of hiccups since then, and I was skeptical. Well,
it turned out that it worked, and now she’s really smug about it.
In the ~2 months since The Verge launched ad-free podcasts for subscribers, I’ve listened to more of their audio content than in all the years that I’d been reading them previously.
Reading about Apple’s manufacturing practices and thinking about Fairphones again.
Woke up this morning from a dream about curriculum redesign. How’s your end of semester going?
Today, on the last day of class, a student shared some of their ongoing efforts to mess with local Flock cameras and develop makeup patterns to defeat facial recognition. It was like realizing I’d had a Cory Doctorow character in class all semester, and it brought me joy and hope.
Because I only use Mastodon as an extension of a POSSE setup, I missed the rollout of quote posts, but I’m thrilled that (as I expected) they’re a simple syntax translated by the Masto software into a specific presentation. Means that I can probably build it into a POSSE workflow somehow.
My spouse asked last night what that morning’s advent calendar tea had been. It had been a long day, so I couldn’t remember at first, and that short exchange entirely justified the 45 minutes I’d spent on Monday building a new “teablog” content type onto my Hugo site.
Même quand il fait -3, ça fait du bien, un vélotaf après une semaine et demie de pause.
Worms Whamageddon
Current mood: Going through Cory Doctorow’s year-end book review summary and reserving more titles from my local library than I have time to read.
I promise that I understand all the reasons for different approaches to winter weather, but I will also never stop being angry that my university keeps holding classes on days my kid’s school is canceled.
December 1st means it’s time to add all the SomaFM Christmas stations to my internet radio client and try once again to broaden my listening beyond a handful of Alsatian stations (même si DKL a une webradio Noël que je devrais aussi ajouter).
My university just parted ways with our football coach for undesirable results despite the investment of millions of dollars, so I wonder if they’ll be willing to do the same for all the AI initiatives they’ve recently announced.
Very nearly discarded a custom bookmark given away at my grandfather’s funeral when preparing to sell some books, and now I feel a great moral weight to clearing my bookshelves.
“Don’t listen to Daddy, he’s being meta at you again.”
Il m’arrive de devoir chercher un nouveau vélo, mais il paraît qu’on oublie que les grands aussi ont envie d’être vélotaffeur. Si je faisais quelques centimètres de moins, tout serait bien plus facile.