sorry im late.

football didnt come home.

hard week. ikea was fun.

we can make it work.

my laptop is all covered in sand. the trackpad isn’t working because it’s full of sand. we were lying on the beach on our backs in the dark looking at the cloudy sky red and purple.

took a coach home because we missed the flight. a coach from barcelona to france, france to greenwich. nice trip. recommend it.

saw a great lebanese flick at the garden cinema. Nadine Labaki’s Caramel (2007). you should watch it, it’s great.

i’ve been sick for a week now. it seemed to be getting better on friday, but then it got much worse again over the weekend and now i’m so fat throat and cough and lurgy.

i’d better go back to bed. sunise is at 4.m., sunset is 9.m..

bye

hola im in spain

i went to the park and there was aboat and we road in it *rode like it was the kind that you stir with your own whisks, i mean rods, the kind where you drive him with sticks on the water it was a lot of fun she was nervous at the start and nearly didn’t want to and get out but then we did and we had a lvoely time in the sun maybe the last hard time in the trip everything has been sick sicne that conversation just before with the gazpacho and the accordion player

now down at the beach it took us barcelona and a lot of train rides and coaches. we had a few spa days, i got sick. she got sick first then i got sick. i’m sick now and on the train and there’s the plane tomorrow. it’s gonna be a while before i get some rest.

we’re in a resturant right now waiting for someone to notice we’re here. they eat chips for every meal here. i like the tinto y the tinto de verdana it’s yummy and it’s nice to be here in spain. i’d like to come back because even though they sometimes stare at me like i’m something they wish theyd not noticed on their shoe there’s no agression to it and so i feel safe enough because back home it’s not like that it’s like the other thing.

i can’t wait to make food that i’ve made and eat and i’ve eaten so many potatoes a man said “pasta? si we have pasta we have pad thai which is noodles arroz” othwiser this is the worst pizzza i’m ever smelt but at she’s laughingand laughing and that’s joyey

maybe net time some flamenco, and more barcelona. maybe andelucia, the yorkshire of spain. spain scored another goal against the georgians. i have heartburn.

• sunrise today 6.m.
• sunset today 9.m.

now we’re in the calle de los jardines, a smaller room, warmer too. we ate a big meal of potato and fish, and drank a lot of tinto. the tv here has teletext. teletexto, en español. i’ve gotten back from the 24h farmacia where they sold me paracetamol in large dose.

the week has been very nice. i’ve written code an hour or so a day when i could catch the time. we’ve swam and walked around Sol and taken Metro. we were meant to take an electric car through zaragoza, i’d planned the route around the EV chargers between here and there. the goldstar representative tried to upsell us by around 1000 euros, and told us the EV chargers are all broken and you need a spanish ID and a card from the government. i don’t like the guy. i tell him we’ll just forget it instead and we go by foot, and uber, and foot to the spa apartsuite hotel. it’s nice there with a balcony, lots of space and a kitchen.

so we’re staying in madrid until the train to zaragoza. we’ve moved to a little room near puerta del sol which is spanish for charing cross. the days are long and full, zebra’s sick now from a travelling bug and so i’ve brought the painkillers. we’ve had some wonderful meals. and other meals. i’ve cooked a few omelettes.

i may never have written as much code before as i’ve written for this new app. it’s working so well now, though everything about it is a bit fucked. i am so excited to get it to a place where i can show it off.

when you meet, it’s the outside versions of yourselves that meet. then you’ve gotta learn how to get the who you are when you’re alone to get along. i really love this city, it’s pushed itself quickly to one of the higher spots on my favourite cities list.

i could do with a spa day.

sorry it’s so late

it’s eid. we made sumakiyyah or sumaghiyyeh or sumagiyya. i made it a bit too thick but it’s pink and delicious.

there were a series of dramatic events due to being unable to acquire chard. i thought i’d write about them, but it looks like i won’t.

in general there isn’t much to report other than things are good. i haven’t been getting much sleep but it’s because i’m working on something exciting that might be important.

i hope you’re well.

see you in spain.

hey

very late!

i just spent four hours writing the wrong abstraction and now i have to unwrite it. the app i’m working on is coming along really well. it can store any kind of file as a document with infinite history and collaboration built in from the beginning. you can create views and new file types with plugins, upgrade old views, share docs and spaces with your friends. when i finish it, it’ll replace a lot of software for me. but it might take the rest of my life to finish it.

other than that i’m really happy. we are eating tasty and going to spain. haven’t made any music for a while, everything’s on hold while i write littlebook.

i said hey siri play josie and the pussycats and siri said “ok! josie and the pussycats songs from the motion picture by josie and the pussycats now playing” and then the music started and few bars in it became apparent that it was all i want for christmas is a dukla prague away kit by half man half biscuit

we went to the zoo, for zoo nights, which was a lot of fun and it’s a great time at the zoo on zoo nights. monkey was there and so were the others like zebra.

have a good week.

hello there. it’s 4am! i’m awake thinking about local-first software and the origin private file system and effect and notebook application.

i am hungry and i will eat eggs. going to pick the hedgehog up from the airport in a few hours.

there’s a really angry guy in the shop. angry because a homeless person asked him for money. you’ve got four legs haven’t you mate, he keeps on shouting at the guy, you’ve got four legs. with a tone like “same as me, i earn my money”. as if anyone with four, the normal amount of legs, shouldn’t need spare change. the other guy keeps shooting back “shank me then!” “two legs!” “come outside and shank me!” i got the fella a pack of amber leaf and reassured him that he does not in actual fact have four legs.

— update: i fell asleep and didn’t meet the hedgehog at the airport and i feel terrible about it. what the hell. i should be shot.

the week i spent in pain because i had a 2020-style hormone delivery interruption and it was a hard week. but hedgehog is home now and it will be like the grey and white cat and then there will be spinach and ham with beans and eggs.

the week i’ve worked as much as i could handle and i’ve spent my free time reading about various technologies, and a couple of fiction books and now i’m reading havana blue by leonardo padura.

i have to go now to the train station with a can of monster because they don’t have that in the UAE and then i will come home and it will be like the grey and white cat and then i’ll do the next part