A Tuesday morning

The internet seems to be full of bad news at the moment, so I’m ignoring it and focussing on some nice little code projects that are calming and friendly and only slightly maniacally frustrating.

SVG Translate tickets are petering out; version 0.10.3 is just out with some login fixes and language updates.

This morning I’m working on adding a ‘messages exist’ notification icon to the PageTriage toolbar.

And I think I’ve cracked the search-debouncing for my Embed Wikimedia plugin, so might be able to move on with the metadata- and appearance-improving stuff that I’ve been trying to do for weeks.

First and last drop

There’s a grey-haired relaxed vibe about this place. Cheap beer (they can’t take the beer kegs to their temporary digs in the Tennis Club) and sausages in buns on the way. Everyone seems to know each other, although there’s something of a divide between the bowling club folk and the newcomers from the Workers’ Club. A friendly dog watches the arrivals with me, parked next to the front door.

Take photos of things that are soon to go

It’s Friday afternoon, knock-off time, and I’m heading to Freo to either find a quiet corner of a pub in which to work on embed-wikimedia, or if the light is good to take some photos of the Fremantle Bowling Club’s old building. Demolition is to start soon and although I’m sure the Club’s archivists have it all well in hand, I’m not sure that any photos will make it on to Commons. But yeah, beer before anything, I think.

In a café in Berkeley

Is the internet a good place to start typing random thoughts? It feels like it’s probably not, because of all the “taken out of context”, “recalled in future years and laughed at”, and “what’s the point no one will see it” responses. But it also feels like random beginnings and unplanned words are the only things that will ever lead to more coherent and useful words, and that putting them out in the great wash of the online world is slightly better than hiding them away in a notebook in my own bottom drawer. I do write lots and lots of words that only I will ever see, and they’re usually pretty unpolished. I don’t think that what I put on this blog or Twitter or anywhere else is particularly good, but I do at least attempt to finish sentences and thoughts, and fix typos. Maybe that’s all I mean: that uploading ideas makes the brain follow through and express them, and in doing that there’s a surprising amount of satisfaction.