Updates
These are small pieces of text and other media, writing in a hurry, left fleeting in my collection of notes.
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As always, spending time with Annelie Wambeek is effortless. She taught Anja and I how to cook a few Sri Lankan dishes. I love it when non-spicy spices come together to give me a zinger.
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Yellow window
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Hate that I’m the type of person who stands in a monitored line on the streets of Amsterdam to get lunch.
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I’m intrigued by what’s happening here. When I saw Sydney’s red carpet look I thought of Billie Eilish’s “coming out” as a bombshell. I wonder if a part of me is offended. I don’t think so. I don’t, by the way, think it’s crazy that those far right articles celebrating Sydney’s outfit as the end of woke were written by women.
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Liked https://open.spotify.com/user/ba3am0kuzumfcyf9c2luslskg?si=vx-NkwINQzOu4weLyDCWpg
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There’s something undyingly hip about the baristas at Coffee Company Oosterdok.
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I’m attending my very first Saturday Writers’ Cafe at Omek. Couldn’t be disappointed if they tried.
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After having set up my content management system around an Obsidian vault through which I publish content at a fixed daily time, I’m reverting back to iOS shortcuts. It’s more fun to publish immediately; it helps me capture the small things more easily.
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After adding myself to App Defaults I took the liberty of importing the available list of RSS feeds into my reader. It was a mistake. I spent the weekend pruning my subscriptions, hoping I won’t be presented with 200+ updates a day in the form of micro blog content. A few of the new feeds immediately struck my fancy, though, among which was Mandaris Moore, one of the few Black people I’ve come across on the IndieWeb. It’s always good to see the African diaspora represented somewhere.
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Just about any app can read it, a year and a decade from now, I’m sure, and then some. That’s more than you can say about diary apps and services, they could suddenly disappear, like the Ello social network did.
Look at that, I had completely forgotten about Ello, but I felt its obscure echo when I read about Daft Social last week.