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December 2020

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    We've been out cutting karri hazle (or djop born, in Nyungar) this morning, for the second day in a row. We're building a hurdle, and it's proving to be trickier than the books about UK hurdle-making would have us believe. It's got 'hazle' in the name, but it's not really like the stuff that they have over there that you can twist and bend in a tight radius around the end posts. It is working pretty well though, and we'll have something finished today I think.

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurdle

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    Experience the world of a curious boy, a greedy mole, a wary fox and a wise horse who find themselves together, in sometimes difficult terrain, sharing their greatest fears and biggest discoveries about vulnerability, kindness, hope, friendship and love.

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    It's impossible to find time to write. I used to think that one day I'd find time for some "daily words", and I do actually do so (in a private journal) but rarely is there time and headspace for those words to be public. I don't really see why I should want to write anything in public anyway, but here we are. Maybe this blog is only about photos, status updates, and random thoughts? But it'd be nice to actually be able to string some brain cells together in text.

    Maybe tomorrow!

  8. By Paul Daley.

    This weekโ€™s partial culling of the personal archive is no small challenge. What to keep? Why?

    My lifeโ€™s paper trail was longer than Iโ€™d imagined.

    It had sat, a perpetual fire hazard Iโ€™m sure, in seven or eight boxes in our roof for the past four years during each of which it grew incrementally. Before that it had been in the cellar of our last house for 15 years and for a few more in storage while we lived overseas.

    It was time for โ€œthe purgeโ€.

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    Came to the men's shed this afternoon to drop off the footstool for the contest. Looks like there's some good competition! Makes me want to take a bit more care with dodgy glue smears and ugly gum veins. Design-wise I think it's fine though. Might have to revisit the idea of cloning Ikea seat proportions next time. Beer o'clock now.

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    There's a discussion on the #indieweb IRC channel (on Freenode) about whether people post to channels like that in order to get wider audiences for what they write, and whether this is in opposition to the indieweb ideal of being able to post on separate sites but still carry on a conversation. I'd not really thought about it clearly before, but I think that's why I don't like posting to channels like that. I like contributing to wikis, where central texts undergo collaborative continued editing, but for discussion it seems that it should be possible to post on one's own site and still be part of the greater to-and-fro. I can't quite do so (for example, with this post) because I've not got webmentions working here yet, but I think the theory is all there. To reply to someone someone else has said (anywhere) I can just make a post here and point it to their URL.

  22. By Planet Money (NPR podcast).

    Today on the show, we bring you the journey of a vaccine from a factory, and into the arms of billions of people. It involves sand. Minerals that primarily come from just one country. Ice that doesn't melt. And... planes. Lots of planes. So many planes.