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Everybody and their dog has suddenly recognised Substack and its ilk, which is not unexpected. But I particularly liked what Robin Sloan had to say in a recent newsletter of his:
The rush will come, the rush will go. We’ll still be here.
Maybe its because I am older and slower, but I feel this more and more these days. Fads come, fads go, and some things endure. That suits me just fine, even if some of those enduring things are only a couple of decades old.
A fine Friday night supper. Brown rice ( riso baldo, which is superb) and cicoria topped with a crunchy-edged fried egg. Yum.
pesosMore formality would probably be a good thing, and 10 weeks is not that great a commitment. I should give this a try.
Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. Clarke's Third Law.
This morning, sitting outside a cafe that was actually closed because of the lockdown here, Syncthing made a believer of me.
I enjoyed, if that's the right word, giving blood and then plasma regularly in the UK. Since moving to Italy, I have tried a couple of times to donate, but they won't have me, on the grounds that I lived in the UK during BSE. I know I shouldn't, but I take it personally.
