In my recent post Website updates I said:
I’ve added myself to 11ty’s community and am now listed as an Eleventy author. I hope that some day I’ll find that fuzzylogic.me has been added to 11ty’s Speedlify Leaderboard too – that’d be cool!
Well, about a week ago I noticed that I have been added to 11ty’s Speedlify Leaderboard and not only that I’ve gone straight in at the very respectable rank of #23. I’m among some really talented company there so I’m proud of that!
At work, my talented colleague Anda and I have been taking a fresh look at modal dialogues with a view to modernising relevant design system components. During this project I’ve expanded my knowledge of the HTML dialog element, especially the nitty-gritty of using it in practice.
Can’t say I’ve had many bad times in Berlin, but we just had another good one. This time the occasion was Tim and Miri’s wedding.
I’ve recently been updating my website over a series of nights and weekends. The changes aren’t very noticeable to the eye but involved some careful modernisation and streamlining of back-end features and technology, plus improvements to accessibility and performance. I’m really happy to have made them.
Danish composer and producer Marie Louise Buch’s LP from last year is on heavy rotation chez moi at the moment. It’s a chill but heartfelt mix of sun-drenched guitars, electronics and ML’s pure vocals that has elements of The Durutti Column and maybe even The Cocteau Twins… and it’s really hitting the spot for me.
You can preview in full and buy on Bandcamp.
Thanks to Phillip H for the excellent recommendation. And I’m of course now jealous that I wasn’t a fan of ML in time to go to her Glasgow gig last year.
I didn’t have the appetite for Kazuo Ishiguro’s latest novel during the pandemic. I started it, but as the underlying sense of melancholy and “something bad around the corner” began to set in – just like it did in Never let me go – I realised I wasn’t in the right frame of mind for it. Cut to 2025 and it was time to give it another go.
I’d read before that Ishiguro is primarily interested in exploring what it is to be human, and uses science and technology elements as a device to support that. In Never let me go the device was cloning. In this book, the narrator is an “artificial friend” named Klara who is an AI-powered, empathetic android, and Ishiguro uses Klara’s unique perspective to shine a light on human behaviour and motivations.
I won’t attempt to properly review the book when others have done it much better. I’ll just say I really enjoyed it and recommend it.
Here are a few scrappy notes about themes I found interesting and jotted down.
Clair bought me Jude Rogers’ book for Christmas thinking I would enjoy it – and I did. I love the idea of chronicling the milestones of your life using music – music that touched you, that you were obsessed with, or that bonded you with significant others.
I also enjoyed reading the science behind the feelings. As Jude asked in the first chapter:
How do songs affect our emotions so profoundly? How can they activate memories instantly?
It turns out that babies can recall what they heard while in the womb, and are predisposed to get music in a manner beyond advanced computers. The medial prefontal cortex – an area of the brain linked to our sense of self – is involved in tracking melodies. There are lots of these interesting insights.
Jude’s tunes ranged from Abba to Krafterk to Toots and the Maytals, which I found good fun. And as proof of music’s facility for time-travel, her final chapter on Prefab Sprout’s I trawl the megahertz transported me back instantly to my desk at Bright Signals’ office in 2018 during my contract there, where my friend Andy’s playlists introduced me to that unique tune.
On Friday night Clair took me to dinner at local bar restaurant Vini and it was a real treat. To start we shared arancini and a salad, then for my main I had Papardelle Ragu. I had a mezcal cocktail too, which I loved.
We were celebrating my recent promotion to principal engineer. I’d known for a few weeks and although I felt happy and proud, it was mixed with a healthy dose of impostor syndrome. I also had a recent, challenging meeting playing on my mind, so I was distracted and hadn’t relaxed into the situation. But Clair’s lovely gesture and spending that time together and relaxing did the trick, and at last I felt able to enjoy the good news.
On Saturday Clair went out for an easter meal with her mum and cousins and I spent the day with Rudy. The previous Thursday he’d had a really bad anxious reaction on the street, seemingly from nowhere, and I was caught in the crossfire and left exasperated. But as we went into the weekend he seemed back to his best self and we enjoyed lovely walks and a bit of sun in Linn Park.
On Sunday I went to Troon to visit Davie. He was over from New York visiting his mum. His family have all had a rough time of it. It was really sunny again and we enjoyed a walk along South Beach before stopping to watch Celtic vs Johnstone at local pub, The Fox. We then visited some family friends of Davie’s and sat outside in their garden.
The whole weekend was just what the doctor ordered and has left me feeling great going into the week ahead.
I’ve just finished reading F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby. It’s short so was a perfect holiday read.
I enjoyed the ride as the mystery of Gatsby’s identity was revealed. Although it transpired he was no angel, I sympathised with his aspirations to make the most of himself. I felt sorry for him as he pushed against the tide, and others either exploited his generosity or (in the case of the “old money” set personified by Tom Buchanan) blocked him from moving in their circles.
The last passage is pretty thought-provoking:
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning——
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
From what I can gather it alludes to the futility of constantly “reaching” in the face of opposition and at the expense of the good opportunities and life you could already have. It’s a path that can lead you to bad morals and values and end in unhapiness. It has special meaning in the context of the American Dream but I think there’s a general theme. Live in the present; learn to value what you have.