2025
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Paying Attention
My son has never known a world without mobile phones, without screens lighting up, without his Mum and Dad using them on and off throughout the day. For me, notifications are still something I view as an interruption, an annoyance. Notifications are something that I tolerate to allow me to have a tiny computer on…
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The Morbid Truth
I will consider myself lucky if I see my son reach the age of 35. That’s 33 years away and by that point I’ll be 83. I will consider myself lucky if I see my son reach the age of 30. That’s 28 years away and by that point I’ll be 78. I say this…
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Time to move
Well, not right now, but sometime in the next few years at least. Maybe… probably… I dunno, I’ve given up trying to plan too much too far ahead so let’s call this future dreams that we hope will come true (note: a lot of this is, in reality, grounded in boring things like money but…
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My Mac Apps 2025
UPDATE: This post was super useful and made setting up my new MacBook Air (15″) super easy a few weeks back. I’ve switched out a couple of apps, and added one for those of us who have a ‘notch’ on their laptop screen. I use iCloud for Documents, almost entirely use default Mac Apps these…
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Songs that last
Both my parents were musicians, my Dad played guitar and banjo (and once appeared in his folk band on the same bill as The Corries), my Mum played the piano, both sang in local and national choirs; vague recollections of my Uncle conducting them both in Paisley Cathedral for a performance of Handel’s Messiah, a…
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26 years and counting
My appetite for writing down my thoughts continues unabashed. Admittedly a lot of what I’ve been writing about recently has been very private, given the utter shit life has thrown our way through October last year to even the last couple of weeks of this year but, as it does, things are levelling out. I’m…