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I've been reading about medieval manuscript illuminators this week, and this morning I noticed how the winter sunlight s...
I woke up before the alarm this morning, which doesn't happen often. For a few minutes I just lay there, watching the li...
The kitchen light fell sideways through the window this morning, catching dust and steam in equal measure. I'd woken ear...
The quiet revolution of local-first software is reshaping how we think about our data, and most people haven't even noti...
Today I spent the afternoon explaining buoyancy to a friend who insisted that heavier objects always sink. It's a common...
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