Wednesday, May 15, 2019

A Few Links

Hello. This blog hasn't seen much action. It's not because I've been learning Chinese, sadly. Although I have re-kindled my love for tai chi.

In case you're not subscribed to the full RSS feed, I've mostly been posting over at 6suns about solar power, for example this recent post about a solar-powered RSS feed reader client - I'll post more about the idea here soon. And I'm also over at Disposable Evidence, for random e-postcards with a monochrome feel.

I've been enjoying both quite a lot, and it's kind of fun that each outlet taps into a different audience. The solarpunk side has kicked off a few nice conversations from my eco/tao-related Mastodon account: https://ganesha.masto.host/@scribe, for instance. It feels more rewarding to engage in deeper conversations with smaller groups. It also means I forget who I'm talking to, and where I've posted. I'm loving that chaos, TBH.

In an act of synchronicity, James linked to this Vice article about airpods, disposable tech and status, and then Paul linked immediately after (in my feeds) to this post about the myth of convenience. This stuff has been on my mind a lot recently, alongside the solarpunk stuff. Years ago, I even tried tracking the duration of use of my devices, but I got afraid it just turned into something a bit 'look at my kit'. It's an interesting exercise though. I like extending the life of tech for as long as possible, like a challenge, and I've started to form some tenets around this. Something like:
  • Re-use: Avoid buying new as much as possible
  • Rejuvenate: Aim for upgradeable, fixable tech
  • Review: Am I getting focused stuff out of my tech? Do I know what I want it for, on a personal level, or is it just a distraction? A convenience?
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Catch you on the flipside of 40...

A Passport to the Unseen Winds

Hmm, I think I might know what my next long-term photo project might be...


Windmills always remind me of Miyazaki's Nausicaa, and I still feel kind of proud whenever I see the wind farm off the shore of our beach.


The wind itself is something weirdly magical. So ever-present, yet always invisible. I have to remind myself I only ever feel its effects, and never get to experience it as a Pure Thing, not like a bicycle or a coin. Wind exists, it seems, on a higher level. A noun that is there, yet isn't.

Is the wind we hear in our ears the same as the wind we feel on our faces?