I have never felt as much a part of a close-knit community as I did in university. On the very first day, three of us (out of five) in what you might I suppose call a dorm discovered an instant friendship. By the cancelled 50th reunion in 2020, one of us was no longer alive to attend. In between, and still now, there was just something very special that started back then.
I had a little time yesterday afternoon, so I decided to begin the Step Two promised in the roundup of my exasperating Hack Day a couple of weeks ago, digging my way through the check-in code in WithKnown.
Looking at the code for a single check-in, there seemed to be a mismatch between a script...
IndieWeb Camp and border:none in Nürnberg were wonderful. I had a great time seeing old friends, making new ones and just giving myself over to the whole thing. Well worthwhile, including even the two twelve-hour train journeys that took me there and back. No complaints.
But. Because there has to be a but.
We had a session at IndieWebCamp Nürnberg on linkrot in its many guises. As time goes by, URLs you link to and things that link to your URLs almost inevitably break in different ways. Perhaps a whole domain vanishes or becomes a sleaze-hub. Perhaps someone changes the structure of their website, b...
It is 6:45 and I am on a high-speed train pulling out of Roma Termini. We have just passed the strange tall chimney with its spiral staircase wrapping around outside, though I can barely see it. The train’s final destination is Bolzano but if all goes well I will transfer in Verona and then again in Munich and I will end up in Nürnberg at about 19:00.
This, for me, is self care, though I don’t call it that. I call it having fun.