life

Writer’s brain

I put on a coat I hadn’t worn for some time and found a folded piece of paper in the pocket: an old church bulletin. This told me when and where I’d last worn it, of course. But suppose that it had been a Clue! I used to play detective a lot when I was

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The dream engine knows my alignment

There was a spiffy new ticket machine at the railway station: black, chest-high, with a large slanted touchscreen like an ATM. It showed not only my ticket information (as in “you have 2 free old-lady travel days”) but also my alignment and spells. I don’t remember what my alignment was, though I assume it was

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Awake

Last night, about 9:15: Brain: sleeeeeep Body: yes please Me: okay, even though it’s ridiculously early Spouse had gone to bed even earlier to accommodate his current round of Really Incapacitating Cold, but was just about to get up again when I got in. I said “well, then you’ll have to turn the lights back

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I’m going to Akademy

At A Coruña I did sort of offer to give a ten-minute talk at the next Akademy where I’d find myself, but I haven’t been following the open software world much and my talk would be social rather than technical (“Users Versus Developers”) so I don’t have the grounding. Not that I’d feel any more

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Procession!

(Disclaimer: I don’t know how long the link will persist and I can’t embed or download the video.) Deventer is officially 1250 years old this year, and one of the things we’re doing to celebrate that –did yesterday, in fact– was  an ecumenical procession. The previous procession with the relics of St Lebuinus (counted as the

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The dream engine insists on beef

I went to a small restaurant alone where I’d been with Spouse not a week earlier: not hard to find, but hard to get to, down a flight of stairs that were almost a ladder to a rickety landing at the side of a narrow town-centre canal, possibly in Utrecht. I knew that they had

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The dream engine provides people of affairs

I’d inherited a large old house with everything in it, and a lot of money as well (either in the bank/securities/whatever or in chests in the house). With the house came a man of affairs, a spare dark grumpy person who showed me everything from the attics down. When we got to the ground floor,

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Going to church in Sevilla

We went a lot. The evening we arrived we found the nearest church — Basilica de Jesús del Gran Poder — and though the company was congenial with lots of little children, the next church along (with an entrance in the same block), the Iglesia de San Lorenzo, where a very old priest served Mass

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Sevilla roundup

(Warning: contains some door-and-key geekery because I like little strangenesses.) We’re still in Sevilla, but the holiday is officially over: Libre Graphics Meeting, which we went to Sevilla for in the first place, started on Thursday night. I did take the morning off to go to a hipermercado, which probably deserves a blog post in

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Problems, and the solving of same

Publishing this after the fact (though written in stages) because I was completely sure that people would have replied with advice, on the blog, on Mastodon, on Twitter, even if I’d asked explicitly not to do that. Advice from people not on the spot would have made me much too nervous. I had all the

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