2025-09-30 16:29:01
The streets round here are lined with trees. Some mark the bounds of farm land, some are decorative; planted by municipalities past.
The main road through the village has a variety of species of differing ages. Some saplings planted next to the stumps of the ancient monsters they replace. Oak, Beech, Maple, Birch, and this — the London Plane.
Apparently this tree is particularly good at extracting pollutants from the air which is why it is ubiquitous in urban planning.
As the outer bark, covered in particulates, sheds in easily-swept-up sheets, it reveals a patchwork of cream and grey inner bark leaving this distinctive camouflage pattern.
2025-09-29 18:56:05
For my sins, I have watched more "PAW Patrol" than anyone should have to. Here are some notes on why it's rubbish.
2025-09-28 20:46:10
the real power of LLMs is natural language interfaces, not making content.
Ian Betteridge
This actually tracks with my experience. Using them at work for creating a helper to get the job done has proven valuable.
Trying to generate usable, production-ready code is a fool's errand though.
2025-09-28 16:55:22
The smell of creosote, the sound of a Goldcrest, the feeling of the paling sun on the dawn of Autumn tickling my face, the branches of a beech silhouetted against a cloudless sky through the viewfinder of my camera, the last lingering taste of a scrumped damson plum. Around the corner, surprise!, sheep in a field.
I got pulled off my PowerBI work to support on another job where they wanted to demo a voice-controlled support app for patients. I spent the last few days wrangling various text-to-speech and speech-recognition APIs into a gorgeous looking frontend.
Tested it with a few people in the team to varying levels of success which really drove home the disparity in browser capabilities, operating system nuances, and just how difficult it is to get a computer to understand female-presenting voices.
Ten past six in the morning, the day and the family are yet to properly wake, and I'm stood at the back door with a coffee. I heard the clear and distinctive "he-wit he-wit" of a Tawny Owl. Far too dark to see the little fellow but, still, incredible!
There was silence on the other end. The static crackle from one hundred kilometres of telephone lines. Crows sitting on them, shivering, while people's conversations darted past under their feet.
John Ajvide Lindqvist, "Let the Right One In"
2025-09-28 13:01:25
In a basement beneath an upmarket boutique hotel there is a tattoo parlour.
A single, unassuming door opens on a stairwell to an underground labyrinth like a Gen-Z art TARDIS.
It feels very retro-futuristic 1980's cyberpunk; the sort of place they do cybernetic implants and remove government chips as well as ink and piercings.
2025-09-28 01:37:13
Courtesy of Chris Glass, I learned the word Komorebi (木漏れ日) –dappling light patterns caused by sunlight through leaves– and immediately ran out to capture my own like it's some kind of Pokémon.
Where I live, late-August and September are good times to capture Komorebi. There's usually enough breeze and the sun is hot and high, and I (an Irish-skinned goth) can most often be found under suitable tree-cover anyway.
In motion, the patterns are reminiscent of sunlight on water; subtly undulating, almost twinkling. Especially effective on dry leaves or, oddly enough tarmac.