Facts I didn’t know about oatmeal — Boing Boing.net
I wonder what those plots are worth now.
★ The Tragedy of Safari 15 for Mac’s ‘Tabs’ –daringfireball.net
I despise the new tabs even when the “Show color in tab bar” and “Compact” layout settings are turned off. They don’t look like tabs. They look like buttons.
So. Much. This.
Incredibly cool and thoughtful birthday gifts from my wife. First is this 1920 German Desk Set…
Another incredibly thoughtful birthday gift from my wife, a fob with every place we’ve traveled to together. The rings hand stamped by her
A hoarder reformed: Downsizing my wardrobe – Permanent Style
Been doing some thinking/writing around this subject recently.
54
A friend asked me a couple of days ago what I was looking forward to most on my birthday. I said, strangely enough, not being 53. I don’t know what it is about that number. I’ve always found it odd. Of course, it is an odd number but I mean it’s always sounded strange to me; that number. It’s the sort of number one would choose in one of those “guess how many items are in the jar” games because no one would ever guess that number. It just doesn’t sound right. I told her I’ve actually been saying for months that I’m almost 54 as opposed to actually saying my age. That’s how much I dislike the number 53. No rhyme or reason to it. I just do.
So today, I’m happy to say I’m 54 years old. And that I’ll never have to be 53 ever again.
Thursday night…
The Owner of The Mysterious Bookshop Built His Dream House – The New York Times
And of course it includes a two-story library — modeled on the Bodleian at Oxford University — for his massive collection of books.
Simply lovely.
Internet Friendship | Mitigating Chaos
Many of my old friends are absent from my life, for whatever reason. My internet friends are still around.
Internet friends = Friends. I’m fortunate that I’ve had the chance to meet so many in real life.
New parents never seem to take it well when we tell them that it may be years, not months, before their kids start sleeping through the night. For us, Beatrix didn’t until age 7. As in, not a night of uninterrupted sleep for us parents for 7 years.
It happens.
Freaks them out.