Gemini* and Gopher

• Personal/Opinions

  • Living with the Cerberus Symbi

    It’s a lovely April afternoon at the Parador Del Golf in Malaga, sitting on the bar patio. The old Spanish guy sitting next to me threw one of his snacks to the birds. Something spherical ish in shape… the little birds happily accepted it, but every attempt to peck it just sends the sphere rolling along the tile floor. The little bird gives up, and a pigeon tries it's luck next, but even with double the bird, the little ball just rolls away.

  • Reichenberg, Lauihöchi, Morgenholz

    I took the train to Siebnen-Wangen, the bus to Reichenburg, and walked up to Stofel and then to Laui. The *Alpenbeizli Laui* was closed but you could take bottles from a crate and pay by phone (TWINT). Worked for me!

    I continued to Lauihöchi, looked at all the mountains, decided to skip the ridge walk to Planggenstock (and Hirzli) and instead went down to Muesalp, ate some pasta with goat cheese in Bodenberg, waited half an hour for the cable car from Morgenholz down to Niederurnen, walked to Ziegelbrücke, waited 20 minutes for the next train to Zürich and that’s where I’m posting from.

  • Thinking of my dad today

    My father was 32 when I was born. He turned 33 that year.

    I turned 48 this year. I'm getting into an age where I remember how my dad was at my age. When my dad was 48, my current age, I was 14-15. I remember how he was at the time, and I can't resist comparing myself to him at the same age — I have his name, afterall! That's the curse you carry by naming your son after yourself, the inevitable comparison.

    My dad lost his job when he was 48. I remember it being hard for him to get another job. He's old, I remember thinking, it will be hard for him to find a new job. Ha! Little did I know. I mean, it was hard, but I feel so young at 48!

    My dad got a job in a neighboring state. He moved first, since it wasn't a certainty. He would spend the week there, then travel back home for the weekend. For 2 years, 1993 to 1995. I visited him once, back in 1993. He was renting an apartment, and I stayed there with him. The apartment was bare-bones: barely any food in the fridge, an immersion heater ("rabo quente", or "hot tail", as we would call it in Brazil), almost no furniture.

• Poetry

  • Three Poems About Love by Li Sing Wan

    She Is No More.
    
    
    Between lost memories and newspaper headlines
    Between the wars, the victories, and the defeats of history
    Between cries of weeping and the sirens
    Between elections and disasters
    Through all these years we forgot—until it was already too late
    
    
    She is no more and will not return
    There will be no letter and no phone call
    Not even a keepsake remains of her
    
    
    She is no more and will not return
    She was the first and the last
    Love is no longer in our world
    

  • twice as loud

    the water looks like a painting 
    rough strokes on white canvas
    I paint you on the landscape
    only outlines 
    adding details feels heavy
    I think this town
    is about to spit me out
    and you belong here even less
    still I keep imagining 
    how calming it would be 
    the crunching of leaves
    twice as loud
    

• Technology and Free Software

  • daily neovi(de)

    This is not exactly nvim specific but is definitely related. I've started using Neovide in Windows to help it behave a bit better as a Sublime Text replacement. Part of the niceness that Sublime had was integration with Windows Explorer, being able to double click or drag files into a new window on whatever desktop.

    Unfortunately, I created a bit of additional complexity for myself by using the WSL version of Nvim as the server for Neovide. This is much neater conceptually since I only have one configuration but has a small catch: you need to run Neovide with the `--wsl` argument for it to work.

  • Continuous Privacy Policy

    A classical UNIX tool now has an online-only privacy policy that I have to proactively check periodically?

  • Internet/Gemini

    • Emailing about Blogging and Blogging About Emailing

      A few days ago, I read a post about email: About Writing Other Bloggers Email[*]. It's a reflection on the joy of emailing other bloggers. Not so much as a way of commenting on their posts[*] (though not excluding that), but as a way of connecting with the people behind those posts.