Walked home with Erin after tasting nine delicious wines from Croatia at our local wine shop, Rocks & Acid. My good friend in Cleveland, who just got his Slovenian passport, chided me about Croatia being silver medalists. Slovenia wine is good, too, I know from experience.
Picked up from my local booksellers yesterday, and already reading: Are They Dead Yet?: The Art of the Obit by Sam Roberts. One of my early journalism jobs was a brief stint writing death notices. I’m glad to be alive and able to read. 📚
Over on the Zuiker Chronicles, a blog post about the festivities of the last few days and a first mention of Malia’s upcoming departure for Peace Corps service in Guatemala. She will be a third-gen Volunteer, following me and Erin (Vanuatu) and my father (Dominican Republic). #pride
A thousand thanks to @rpmik for suggesting a solution to my Raspberry Pi flight tracking project. The ADSB Feeder was simple to install and now we’re tracking planes nearby, mostly out of RDU.
I am attempting to use an old Raspberry Pi 3 and a new Nooelec NESDR Mini 2 USB RTL-SDR and ADS-B Receiver Set so that I can track airplanes above my house. So far instructions here are not exactly working.
Well, the rains did come but the party never faltered. 100 people moved inside, loud loud loud, but good conversations among the many overlapping layers to our friends and family, including my college buddy Mark.
Big party here at the house tonight, to celebrate Anna’s first job as nurse and Malia’s next adventure. We’ve been prepping for days. Hoping we don’t get big rains (but if we do I may take everyone out to search for turtles).
Finished reading: Things Become Other Things A Walking Memoir by Craig Mod. Quite enjoyed this. Craig is a unique individual and writer, and I’m glad to read his newsletters, too. 📚
This box turtle found a smashed toad on the gravel road. I don’t recall seeing this turtle before and wonder what’s happening with the missing scutes. It scurried away when I approached so seemed healthy. It also snorted to get that yellowjacket away.
The forest is filled with fungi.
A band from my youth, 38 Special, will perform a free show on the UNC campus in November as part of the Chapel Thrill Game Day series. Just one original band member, though. Reminds me how I felt when my dad took me to see Danny and the Juniors. Hold on loosely …
Weekend road trip to D.C. to pack up Malia’s belongings. Stopped to see uncle and aunt, then south to Staunton River State Park. Clouds so no stars (park is Dark Sky designee) and rains this morning stymied my plans to hike. Black bear as I left. Drove blue highways through Virginia and home to NC.
When I’m asked for Tokyo recommendations my standard answer is that you should just go there and walk around.
Shared this long and rich set of recommendations with my children and they immediately said they want to visit Tokyo.
I may not have added my feed to the Micro.blog sources correctly. Now I’ve selected the import option so let’s watch this flow to M.b and Wan Smol Blog. This has been a test.
I've added my feed from RSS.storian to my Micro.blog account so that posts I write here will show up in my M.b timeline, and so also on Wan Smol Blog. This will be the first.
I've been thinking about how I'll use RSS.storian, and who would want to write in this ecosystem. As I've been doing since 2000, I first thought about my family, both immediate and extended, though the public nature of the chat would be off-putting to them. Then I thought about two other groups that might naturally understand this:
A team of journalists covering a live or ongoing event, similar to how the NYTimes reporters have a group blog during the State of the Union address or a team might cover a natural disaster. (Thinking about the damaging earthquake in Japan today, and I'm writing this just after a tornado warning for Chapel Hil lifted.)
A work group following the agile communications handbook in which Giles Turnbull recommends week notes and other open updates.
I'm just starting to explore the possibilities of RSS.chat. More ideas to come, I hope, and flowing through to my other streams.