A view of the blogging landscape, March 2021

WordPress: feels like operating a laser printer. I mean, it works, but you can easily spend an hour fighting with it or spilling toner over yourself. Keep coming back to it out of familiarity even though it feels like a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

Tumblr: fun to dip into once in a while, but mostly the home of unhealthily obsessed media discourse and bizarre fandom wank. I guess at least it’s more self-aware than it was pre-DashCon?

Ghost: I very much do not want to turn my audience into a business

Twitter: hell site

Facebook: hell site

Substack: I mean, would anyone subscribe to hear my ramblings? Would they?

HEY World: the new kid on the block. Tells people that you pay money for your email account, which feels decadent even though it’s less scuzzy than having your emails shoved into Google’s ad machine. Does not yet support alt text for images so no good for diagrams. They are very confident in their processes for dealing with abuse, but I remain unconvinced.

Categorised as Rambles

Cycling through water and trees

In a lull between a hectic period at work and the frenetic chaos of NaNoWriMo, I took my bike on the ferry to the Netherlands in late October last year—mainly so I could decompress by being forced to do nothing but concentrate on the road.

This time I went a bit further south than I had before, staying with a friend who lives near ‘s-Hertogenbosch before heading south into Limburg, a region which spans the Netherlands and part of Belgium. The Belgian part of Limburg has made a significant effort to attract cycle tourism, and this has meant the creation of two attractions: Fietsen Door Het Water (cycling through water) and Fietsen Door De Bomen (cycling through the trees.)

Impressions of Paris

I’ve passed through Paris a few times en route to somewhere else. All I’ve had the chance to explore has been in the context of a cramped RER train, a missed alarm and a dash to Gare de l’Est to catch an early morning ICE to Germany, and (a few times) a gentle pootle, on foot or on a hired Vélib’, killing time between connections.

Spending a week there with my partner has strengthened my resolve to go back. As someone who’s spent the best part of a decade living in London, it was fascinating to compare and contrast the two cities; the shared problems (pollution, poverty, inequality) and the differing scales and solutions. I was especially interested in Paris’s streestscape and might write another blog post about that in future. For now, these are some of my favourite pictures from the week.