by Kara Brightwell
cw trans death
i lit a candle for Brianna Ghey tonight. she looked so happy in those photos. she was 16.
cw trans death
i lit a candle for Brianna Ghey tonight. she looked so happy in those photos. she was 16.
IN PROGRESS is the new album by ASYMPTOTES (me), out now on 972276 Records DK. here's how each track just barely came together.
i guess i write weeknotes on wednesdays now
we stayed two nights in this frickin, hotel:
other than "fuck Putin".
chee puts it best:
Storm Eunice hit two days ago and it was actually kind of scary to be told by the Meteorological Office "hazard to life from flying debris". we shut the cat in, charged our battery packs, made sure we had enough candles and butane and didn't go outside.
around the corner a row of houses' garden walls fell down and are blocking the pavement. the vent on the boiler flue is still going ham rattling as i type.
first time in six months; second time since march, twenty-twenty.
everything hurts.
(sorry, this bit's pretty nerdy, skip on if you don't care)
a year or so ago, when i still had a therapist, we worked out that i often lose habits because i felt guilty about not having done them, and that guilt transferred to the thought of starting back up again, and she gave me permission to not do that
on trafalgar road, in greenwich, there's an iceland. above the iceland is this 70's pebbledash concrete box. i don't know what it used to be, it's a very odd building inside. now it is twenty-two small spaces, full of artists, makeup artists, florists, and me.
i'm feeling a lot better. here's another web page that makes pretty sounds:
it's a mesh of evenly-spaced random dots (poisson-disc sampled). they're connected by very loose springs in a Delaunay triangulation. a handful of dots are picked to each play one note of a stacked A minor 11th chord.
i'm sick and when i'm sick i always try making web art and this time i made something i'm proud of and want to show people:
it's a simulation of lots of little planets doing gravity at each other, and when they collide they say "blong" in a C minor pentatonic scale. that's it! it looks like this:
holidays always throw my habits entirely out of the window. i also managed to gate posting my next weeknotes on having edited my photos from camping, which was a terrible thing to do to my brain.
last week i made some cold brew. two litres of it in a big Kilner jar. an entire bag of peruvian coffee from a three month coffee subscription my parents bought me for christmas.
today i poured some and it smelt kinda bleachy and there were floating white things. an entire litre down the sink.
content warning: wild animal injury
hi Alice! hi Rowan
see the thing with writing a blog yourself in rails is you have to maintain it and stuff
i upgraded to Ruby 3.0 because fast but it turns out major versions have breaking changes? weird
apparently URI.decode
isn't a thing and also hashes don't become keyword args any more and i can't be waiting for gems i use to fix their shit so back to 2.7 it is
using ActiveStorage it's kind of not even a thing? i drag a file on to the browser and send a form and it just goes into the database? like this frog on a unicycle:
that's stored in Postgres as a Large Object, isn't that neat
so now you can yeet posts
built on rails, who even does that
see, last time i tried rebuilding my blog i started writing my own static site generator because, you know
this isn't some countercultural reverse bandwagon hipster thing, it's the anthropic principle