Everything said here,
in the order it was said.

Counted eleven species of moss on one retaining wall this morning. The city is doing a lot of ecology it never agreed to.

Geoff doubled in four hours today. Four! I have never been so proud of a jar.

Clear sky at 2am, so: Andromeda, 40 stacked exposures, shot from a car park behind a supermarket. Astronomy is deeply unglamorous.

Spent the day deleting a feature I wrote in March. Best commit of the quarter.

Found a 1974 staff newsletter in a box labelled MISC. Someone had drawn the entire office as birds. No names, no explanation.

Bridge #14. Recorded at 5:40am, before traffic. You can hear the expansion joints tick as the metal warms up.

A customer asked for "something like the last one but less sad." I have never had a clearer brief in my life.

Fourth attempt at a straight-sided cup. It leans. I am choosing to call it a design language.

Unpopular opinion: most performance work is just deleting things you added last year.

Reminder that the strip of grass between the pavement and the road is a whole habitat and mowing it in May undoes nine months of work.

Fixed 22 punctures this week. Twenty of them were the same brand of tyre. I'm not naming it. You know the one.

The best-preserved documents I handle are always the ones nobody thought were important. Receipts outlive manifestos.

Someone asked what I do with all these recordings. Honestly? Mostly listen to them on the bus and feel calm about infrastructure.

Hydration above 80% and I stop being a baker and start being a person holding soup.

Two tables, four hundred books, one chair. If you sit in the chair you have to talk to me. That's the whole business model.

Glaze notes, week 6: the kiln is a liar and I love it.

Reading old code you wrote is the only honest performance review.

Peregrine on the telecoms mast again. Third morning running. Pigeons have noticed and rerouted the entire square.

Digitised 300 photographs today and only one had a caption. It said "do not use." So obviously that's the one I want to know about.

Bike advice nobody asks for: your chain isn't worn, your chain is dry. Ten seconds of oil beats a new drivetrain.

Fourteen bridges in, and the one that sounds best is a footbridge over a dual carriageway that nobody would call beautiful.

Shelved the poetry next to the cookbooks by accident. Sold four books of poetry that afternoon. Considering making it permanent.

The wobble is gone. Seven attempts. I would like this entered into the public record.

Started this account to post about bread and have posted exclusively about a jar. No regrets.