Oh hai there friends. Alles komt tot een einde. This WHV covers the weeks from Monday July 29 to Sunday August 25. This period had more than its fair share of lows and highs. Loss. On Saturday, August 3 we lost one of our clan mothers, quite unexpectedly. It’s hard to find the words to describe the sudden emptiness left behind by a loved one. It was a painful reminder of how much of our experience, and of our selves, are built upon our bonds with those around us.
Good evening fellow humans. This is Head Voice #37 reporting for duty. I have been instructed to perform retrospection on the period of time from Monday July 22 to Sunday July 28. Due to the ongoing hibernation and consequent lack of interesting events to talk about, this should be short. This delectable Fred & Max Flat White was one of a quite few more enjoyed during life-affirming breakfast with a Very Flat Cat.
The view through one of the old windows of Cucina di Giovanni in Paarl on a brilliant winter afternoon. The symbolism of this will hopefully shine through soon. Hello friends. Although these Weekly Head Voices look back at the week from Monday July 15 to Sunday July 21, it is already Wednesday, July 24, as I write this. As is usually the case this time of the year, I access the below visualization perhaps a tad too often:
Taken on a run in the mountain, on a trail quite aptly called the protea. By the way, although I have become slightly less terrible at running up hills, I'm still quite bad. Let’s go for a slightly less anxious start than the previous edition did: Well hello there folks! A week ago, I made a deliberate decision not to post a WHV, as I really did not have much to report on.
YARRRRGGGHHHH it’s now more than a month after the previous WHV saw the light of day. This draft, intially intended to see the light of day not much more than a week after 171, has been languishing in a cold jail of electrons up in the cloud somewhere for the past weeks, while life was doing its thing, you know, inexorably marching ahead. Whatever the case may be, I’m happy that we are here now.
Down here, you never know what sort of fantastic beasts you could run into. I met this particular fullmetal creature right about here. Dear friends, In this post, I do a particularly lossy review of my trip through time, from Monday May 6 to Sunday May 19, 2019. First we talk about sleep, then a long part on technical tricks, then a slightly more backyard philosophical piece on human tool sharpening, and finally the announcement of a new academic event somewhere in the far or near or medium term future.
Hello there friends! This edition of the WHV, number 170, is how I choose look back at the three weeks from Monday April 15 to Sunday May 5, 2019. This period was host to whooshing-by-deadline-induced stress, one amazing and thought-provoking wedding, the birthdays of two of my GOUs, and, a bit strangely part of this list, the acquisition of a new computing device. At least we were able to pause everything for a sublime afternoon at a favourite vineyard close to my backyard:
WARNING: EXTREME PC hardware-related nerdiness ahead. Read at your own risk. Just the new laptop, skulking in the bush. It is tradition around these parts that the welcoming of new computer machines is celebrated by, amongst many other rituals, a sometimes incomprehensible amount of customisation-related labour and a mention (or two) in these pages. Some examples from the past include: Hacking Radeon suspend / resume support into the Linux kernel and the X-Server in 2002, so that my cheap clone laptop could too.
Beautiful evening skies above my house. I just went through my notes. As far as I can see now, the week from Monday April 8 to Sunday April 14 2019, although otherwise quite solid in terms of productivity and of The Important Stuff™, did not fare too well on the blog-worthiness scale. About the exact implications of this discrepancy, I am also not entirely sure.
Sometimes it feels like the place is falling apart, and sometimes you find yourself in a heavenly corner like this. Postcard Café, Jonkershoek, Stellenbosch. My friend showed me a photo and said “Here’s a picture of me when I was younger”. Every picture is of you when you were younger. – Mitch Hedberg (RIP) In this edition of the WHV, I cast my now older eyes back on the week starting on Monday, April 1 and ending on Sunday, April 7, 2019.