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Oh, Wix websites are a pain. They have a “blog” section, they even publish RSS feeds - but they don’t set up auto-detect properly, so you have to know where the feed lives before you can subscribe. (It’s at /blog-feed.xml)

Scenes from homeschool:

👧 “What does ‘dour’ mean?” 👱🏻‍♂️ “If only there was some sort of book that listed words alphabetically alongside their meanings.”

A cold and frosty morning on the Beach, and it’s not lifting.

Less than 12 hours to finish a book and meet my reading challenge goal…

Beach life in Tier 4: where better to take your permitted exercise?

Worthing, as seen from Shoreham Beach on a december afternoon.

Storm Bella has passed, but it’s still very blowy down on the beach.

Oh, do you remember when we used to go to “coffee shops” and other people would make coffee for us?

Kids today wouldn’t believe that.

I suppose that I should be working systematically through One Man & His Blog’s archives, upgrading them and correcting problems left over from various platform moves.

But it’s more fun just to chose a random tag — like seashore.

Archive spelunking

Managed to resurrect all but one of the broken links on this 14 year old post. (The reason why is a subject for another post).

Looking back on the 2006 web - pre-social media as we know it today - I can’t help feeling that many aspects of it were better and healthier than what we have now.

There’s a good reason we should temper the current Substack enthusiasm in journalism circles with a little caution. It wouldn’t take much for the newsletter platform to reinvent itself as an attention gatekeeper.

And there’s VCs lurking the background, wanting their payday…

A restaurant in Île de Ré, from back when I used to travel overseas.

And go to restaurants.

An Île de Ré restuarant in August 2019.

Frost on the roofs this morning. The girls were very excited. The adults, less so.

Frost on Emerald Quay roofs, Shoreham Beach.

I used my new MacBook Pro for an hour this morning to monitor a livestream I was running, dived into a quick Zoom call, have done some emails, edited some photos and worked on a blog post.

And I have 95% battery left. 🤯

Spending far too long looking at video of myself has been one of the major downsides of the pandemic.

Blogging is a discipline: it’s a practice of expressing your thoughts in writing, routinely, and with focus. Writing a post every day for Microblogvember has helped reinforce that.

And…done. 🍾

Requiem for a lamp

I’m saying “goodbye” to an old friend this morning. For the last 23 years, whenever I’ve been working at my desk, across three different properties, this old, battered lamp has lit my work. Last week — in the middle of a lecture — it finally, catastrophically fell apart.

A broken anglepoise lamp.

I didn’t even choose it. It came into my life because my girlfriend of the time was working at Terry Farrell & Partners, a firm of architects. They were having an office refurb (or was it a move? I can’t recall at this distance) and she grabbed some things that were being thrown out.

She left it behind when she exited my life and, amusingly, my relationship with the lamp has lasted well over ten times longer than my relationship with her… But I’m proud that I’ve used this thing that came my way for so long. This lamp has had over two decades of extra use after it was first consigned to the bin, and in an era when we’re ever more aware of the climatic cost of a throw-away culture, this small choice has proven to be surprisingly satisfying.

Revamped online lecturing and training setup working well. 👍🏻

The fact that the entire British political establishment is waiting anxiously for a blog post makes my deep loyalty to the medium feel completely validated. 😏

Hello, Big Sur.

(That sounds like something from a really bad prison movie: “Jim, if you want to survive in here, you need to keep Big Sur happy…”)

The Big Sur login screen.

Met this chap on our beach walk today. Seemed nice enough, but not very talkative.

A figure made of seaweed, driftwood and old sunglasses.

It’s not exactly puzzling why we chose to live here, is it?

There’s something utterly magical to me about beaches in the off season, when it’s just us die hards out there…

Have to say - I wasn’t expecting to be spending time in A&E on the first day of lockdown.

So, lockdown it is, from tonight. I’m very lucky to be living very near to these places. It’s going to be much easier for us than so many others.

Boats on the river Adur. The churchyard of St Mary de Haura.

Sometimes you have to get something out of your head before you can concentrate on the other things you need to do.

It’s out of my head, so it’s time to get editing training videos.

I walked up into Old Shoreham yesterday, to pick up some things. It’s interesting seeing the traces of the old village concealed within more modern housing.

An Old Shoreham house in Shoreham-by-Sea.

I just started looking for some data for a lecture, and the third result was one of my own blogposts, which had exactly the information I needed.

Thank you, past me. I must remember to be as kind to future me.

Shoreham Beach, UK / 2020-10-14 / 8.49am

Walking home around the quay after dropping my children at school. I’ve lived here for 10 years, but I’ve never stopped feeling like I’m on holiday the whole time because I’m by the sea. I hope that never changes.

A Day In The Life

On the sofa for the Apple announcements, and my daughters have joined me…

I just betrayed my principles and did a rant as a Twitter thread not a blog post.

I shall say 3 “Hail Sir Tim”s, and recommit to the open web.

15 years on, journalists are still talking nonsense about blogs

This person has no idea what they are talking about:

The reason no one talks about “blogging” anymore is that, for what blogs were good at — sending your personal views on the news (or some other topic) to a dedicated audience — other tools offered simpler, more effective tools for doing just that, most notably social networks. Why go through the trouble of setting up your own blog and slogging through a cumbersome back-end CMS when you can just create an account on Twitter and start sharing hot takes in a couple of minutes?

Well, here’s an hack who clearly has it paid any attention to what’s happening in blogging right now.

Plenty of people talk about blogs and blogging. Just not in politics and news journalism. Go and have a look at fashion, and it’s a different story.

It makes it hard for me to take the rest of the story seriously, though.

Spending my evening editing the videos of yesterday’s lectures.

I know how to live.

LumaFusion export.

Oh, sweet joy. iOS14 has brought emoji search to the iPhone. 🙌🏼

That URL looks completely legit and I shall be claiming straight away. 🙄

Everything wrong with both Facebook and internet fandom in one screencap.

On social media pile-ons

Melissa Harrison:

Moreover, I’ve learned not to join in with Twitter pile-ons, or insult or mock people I disagree with. This is partly because I have no wish to add to the febrile atmosphere that permeates social media at the moment, and which I think is poisoning so much of our public debate. It’s also because the moment that you insult or belittle someone, the opportunity for progress in the discussion is lost because they’re not going to be open to anything else you say. Why should they?

Written four years ago. Still insightful. Still true.

I’m doing my best to keep the bird feeders topped up today. The sudden cold snap means they’ll be looking for food more urgently - and some of them will be preparing to migrate.

Birds on a suet ball feeder in a West Sussex garden.

Sitting by the sea while my daughter has a socially distanced outdoors Rainbows meeting.

I couldn’t figure out why my mouse wasn’t working this morning, until I turned it over.

Well played, daughters of mine.

I’m currently reading The Daring Of Della Dupree by Natasha Lowe 📚 to my daughters. They are absolutely loving it. Just enough peril to keep them hooked, but some genuine history in there for them to learn from. 👌🏻

The “aircraft engine housing and car wash brushes” look for garden gates is in, in, in, this summer.

The garden of one of the Shoreham Beach houseboats.

In praise of the cloudy summer's day

Fishing boats moored in the Adur

After a week of glorious sunshine and sweltering sunshine, it’s a relief to see clouds overhead again. Oh, it’s still warm, but it’s the lack of sunshine that’s the point. It’s freeing. We’ve been to the beach, and over the river to town. My eldest and I cycled, without becoming sweaty messes. It’s been a lovely day.

Our bikes in the church bike rack

I know this is heretical in a sun-worshipping age, but you can do so much more outside on days like this than in the relentless heat of a sunny day. You can stay out longer, you don’t need to avoid the middle of the day and, most of all, we’re not inundated by half-dressed visitors.

Oh, I know this is very much a first world problem, but our beach gets absolutely bombed when the sun comes out. It’s been far worse this year, as people who are — quite understandably — choosing not to go abroad this year head to the local beach instead. We don’t go to the beach much on sunny days. We’re happy to cede that to others, because we get to use it for the rest of the year. We can swim when there aren’t people messing around in powerboats and jet skis where they shouldn’t be, and can enjoy an autumn or springtime picnic on the beach.

The sun’s gone in. The vistors have stayed at home. And the beach and the river are ours again.

Bliss.

As soon as the sun goes in, we get the beach back to ourselves. This was absolutely heaving a few days ago.

Pandemic pleasures: being at home enough to keep your Hotbin composter at a steady temperature of nearly 60C. 🌱

Lots of people using the slipway behind our house today.

Boaters and SUPers waiting to launch from a slipway.

This sunflower has self-seeded from below our bird feeder. What a lovely surprise.

A sunflower in the back garden.

Sign on the equipment in the local playpark. One day, it’ll be an historical oddity blithely ignored by children for whom it’s an irrelevance.

Roll on that day.

Covid-19 warning sign on childrens' play equipment.

An additional mask, now they’re compulsory in shops.

Adam Tinworth wearing a mask.

We get some surprisingly big ships on this stretch of the river.

My eldest daughter loves performing. She never voluntarily passes up the opportunity to be in the limelight.

I suspect she gets it from her paternal grandmother. Here is my Mum performing in an amateur dramatics production sometime in the early 1960s.

Ann Tinworth acting in an amateur production.Ann Tinworth acting in an amateur production somewhere in north London.Ann Tinworth acting in an amateur dramatic production in the 1960s.

A momento of my old life as a hotel and restaurant journalist.

A Hotelympia commemorative playe from 1996, featuring a Gary Rhodes meal.

It turns out that 1970s and 80s Lego is still exciting to today’s children…

Just paid for another year of micro.blog. You’re stuck with me, folks.

Maltese boats.

Vivid memories from a holiday to Malta very nearly 20 years ago.

Colourful boats in a harbour in Malta.Colourful Maltese boats from autumn 2000.

The view from our back garden in Dollar, Scotland, 30 years ago.

Photo by my late mother.

Looking down at Dollar in 1990, from a house in the High Street.

Looking back at locked-down May in 1 second every day.

It is just possible that 1989 Adam was trying a bit too hard.

Malta in early autumn 2000. While the clothes certainly date it, the complete absence of phones is quite remarkable. Just a film camera and a chunky video camera.

Tourists in Malta in autumn 2000.

I am middle-aged enough that I really am very excited about my new compost bin. 🌱

Phew. My MacBook Pro just scrapes into the Big Sur compatibility list.

This time next year I suspect I’ll be choosing between an Apple silicon replacement - or going all in on iPad Pro for mobile computing.

When the Rampion Wind Farm was announced, I was worried about its impact on the feel of the beach.

A few years on, I’ve grown rather fond of it.

A kitesurfer surfing in front of the Rampion Wind Farm.

An old schoolfriend of mine, Nichol Wheatley, has become an accomplished and talented artist. And yet, he remains a lovely bloke. ;)

With art shows on hiatus for obvious Covid-y reasons, he’s having a studio sale - and there’s some stunning stuff in there. Do check it out.

After some thought, I put today’s social & digital lunchbreak outside the reg wall, because the lead story is important for everyone in online publishing.

onemanandhisblog.com/2020/06/s…

(People who get it via email do get exclusive content, though…)

My wife is making two cups of tea - for herself.

This is going to be an interesting day…

The time finally arrived. The lockdown haircut had to happen.

Actually made it to the beach for the first time this week.

I have won the viral apocalypse.

Please send tribute.

Lockdown bank holiday camping.

Yes, that’s our back garden. ⛺️

A small tent in our back garden.

A stunning late afternoon down on Shoreham Beach.

Shoreham Beach, West Sussex on a late May afternoon.

After three mildly stressful days, the results of the PCR jury are in: and I’m clean.

(I was asked to take a test as part of a research study, not because I was symptomatic.)

A UK government text message showing a Covid-19 test result.

April in 32 seconds and 13 years

So. That was April. It lasted just over 13 years, I only drove the car three times, and those were the only times I left Shoreham Beach.

This was - and is - an historic period but for most of us - the lucky ones - our lives have been incredibly mundane despite that. Even with the anxiety and the homeschooling and the work and financial stress, the time with my wife and children has been a blessing.

That’s about as socially distanced as it gets.

Two girls ealking on a blustery Shoreham Beach.

This fella dropped by while I was lounging in the garden.

Our family lockdown exercise. I love these three so very much.

The Tinworth Family on Shoreham Beach.

I’ve got the perfect background for the next few Zoom meetings.

Very professional, I think.

Evidence, I think, that my daughters are handling this lockdown more productively than me.

The worst of it?

I can’t even eat them. I’m milk intolerant.

My weekend project was taking a moribund blog, exporting it, migrating it to a new platform and getting it up to speed.

It worked.

Now, let’s see if I can make that time worthwhile with some content…

Prepping a video for the local church. Not how I expected to be using this kit…

Testing video setups is much harder when you actually have to share your home with the rest of the family while you’re doing so…

I’m gonna be really good at these motionlapses by the end of 🔒⬇️

I’m really enjoying the process of pulling together my daily distractions newsletter. Finding three things to link is great fun. Today’s issue features @hollyhoneychurch, too…

Somebody is being far too generous about my linguistic competence.

Seven’s a good age for learning to code in Swift, right?

We need more than great coronavirus reporting right now. We also need distraction — and journalists could make that easier to find.

Here I am in the Stockport Advertiser in July 8th 1976:

The Tinworth family in the Stockport Advertiser in 1976.

Blossom in the garden. Nature’s beauty continues, oblivious to our anxiety. And it is a balm for it, too.

Blossom on a fruit tree in our back garden.

Tuesday

Yesterday was a good day. After a bleak start to the morning, I managed to find my mojo and buckle down to work. And there was good work news - one client was happy to switch to an online version of the workshop I’d been planning for them, and I had constructive discussions with a small team of fellow trainers who may be delivering a project collectively.

I still hope that the government do something for the self-employed - but I’m beginning to hope that I might not need to take advantage of it.

Home-schooling is going pretty well. The girls are excited and having fun, so we’re riding on the crest of that wave for as long as we can - hopefully it will carry us through to the Easter holidays. We are lucky enough to have a small garden, so they can run around outside in their breaks - and the weather has been conducive to that. Goodness knows what this is all going to feel like in 5 weeks on a rainy Wednesday, but for now Team Tinworth is enjoying itself.

I had an extended session with the girls teaching them some of the features of their iPads beyond playing games. That went well - but I was slightly disappointed to discover that my eldest didn’t know what a programmer or programming was. Something to work on.

The quasi-lockdown announcement last night wasn’t a surprise - and we’d already been living like that since the schools closed. We can still do our daily beach walk, thankfully, as long as we maintain social distancing. That’s reassuring.

Day four in the house — and it’s going well so far.

A quick history of technology lesson - now the girls understand why the return key is called the return key.

Computing lessons with Mr Tinworth. The pupils are learning that there’s more to iPads than games.

Highly socially distanced beach walk. Hoping the idiots who are carrying on as normal don’t take that from us as well.

Looks like the whiteboard has arrived - ready to start delivering courses remotely.

Look, I know the world doesn’t need more “how to work from home” pieces. But I wrote mine anyway, because, unlike most people who have been writing them, I’ve actually being doing it for eight years

And I mean it about the clothes and plants.

All respect to the Debenhams marketing team for giving it everything they’ve got in this moment…

How do you cope with losing half your income in a matter of weeks?

I’m struggling tonight, as I read about the people who are looking at this period of social distancing and self-isolation as a special, cocooning time. I know that they are seeing it as a rare chance to invest time in themselves and their family as an antidote to the fear and uncertainty around us all. I do get that. But I’m jealous.

Those of us who earn our living in face-to-face situations — training in my case — just don’t have the luxury of doing that. For me, it looks like it will be the period where half my income disappears - possibly for over a year. I have good friends whose income is dependent on the events industry in the same boat.

I don’t have the luxury of viewing this as special cocooning time. This will be have to be the period where I have to make memberships work on One Man & His Blog, or manage to sell my training as online courses instead, or get more consultancy work, or something…

In a matter of weeks I’ve gone from a financially comfortable situation to a perilous one. That’s not a time for cocooning. I love my family. And I need to keep them clothed and fed.

Video from my wife of Victoria Station this morning at around 10am. She estimates it was 80% quieter than normal…

My January in one second everyday. (I always seem to be playing catch-up with these.)

Pleased with this one. The print is long gone - it was in display in a photo cube and was bleached out years ago. The negative was loose in my parents’ junk drawer for decades, and was badly scratched up.

One scan, an hour’s work on retouching, and this is the result:

So. After supper Iris gets down, grumbling a bit. And then sits in the corner assiduously writing.

This is what she hands to me.

“I have just eetn (eaten) the yoyos and I am still hungree”.

4 years old and issuing her first letter of complaint.

I am so proud.

A London hairdresser marketing its way through Coronavirus.

A chalkboard alliding to covid-19 precautions and impacts.

Cleaning up negative scans in Photoshop on my iPad is quite soothing.

Well, the course I was running today may have been cancelled (yes, Coronavirus-related), but the view early this morning on the way to the station was lovely…

Well, the panic buying is clearly still happening. This is Waitrose in Worthing a few hours ago - toilet paper and paracetamol sold out.

Post-Nature Tots babychino from the Woods Mill café.

It’s fun looking back on my old “blogiversary” posts - like this one from 11 years ago, when my blog was 6.

Well, now. One Man & His Blog is 17 years old today.

That’s astonishing. It’s probably the most time I’ve committed to a single thing, bar the relationship with my wife (who was not yet my wife when the blog began…)

Spectacular sunset as storm clouds approached this evening.

I was doing some site analysis for a client, when it occurred to me that I’d never registered my micro.blog account for search console, or anything like that. So I did. And then I ran it through Page Speed Insights.

Well played, @manton. Well played indeed.

A day of exploring with my girls. Making progress on a long walk.

Looks like Storm Dennis has abated enough that the kite surfers are heading out again.

The girls appear unimpressed by my efforts to get them to go for a walk in the face of Storm Dennis

A new town, alone and on foot

Martin Belam, on the joys of travelling to see his team play an away game:

I also think there’s something useful socially about travelling around the country more. To get out of your normal locale. To see people and places you don’t normally see. To experience a miserable afternoon in Aldershot and feel the way it has been neglected, or the way Northampton’s town centre has been hollowed out in favour of an out of town retail park you couldn’t possibly entertain going to without a car, to see that Cheltenham looks lovely and there’s more to it than horses. To mind boggle about the drugs that council town planners must have been on at some points in the seventies.

20 years ago I had a wonderful job. I got to spend one or two days a week travelling to a different part of the country, and profile the property markets there. Like Martin, I always took the time to enjoy a little of the town itself, to explore the residential areas, and the town centre. It was even more interesting when I could stay overnight.

I regret that it was in the pre-digital camera, pre-blogging (for me, at least) era, because I have very little record of those experiences. Martin’s post made me achingly nostalgic for those trips - and makes me wonder if I can’t find a way of bringing them back into my life.

Actually getting out of the house to work – it’s far too rare at the moment.

After Ciara

This was the garden at 8am this morning, after the worst of Storm Ciara had passed:

Garden mess after storm ciara

Not too bad, although things aren’t looking great for the potted Christmas tree.

I was planning to sort this out around lunchtime, as a work break. But I ended up legging it to my daughter’s school in a hurry, to take her her water bottle before she went into class. And, as I had my coat and boots on anyway,…

Tidying in the storm's wake

20 minutes of quick tidying (and refilling the bird feeders) later:

My garden, tidied after Storm Ciara

We got off lightly, despite being in a coastal AND river location. We’re pretty luck about how sheltered we are from weather coming off the sea. (Gales blowing down off the Downs and along the Audr are a different matter entirely). In fact, much of the Quay is looking surprisingly tidy, and many of out neighhbours have been out sweeping and tidying. All very minor.

Others have not been so lucky.

Beach plant.

Plant on Shoreham Beach

One of the nice things about Shoreham Beach is that, as a protected and rare habitat, we get a good range of plant life, even in winter.

I’ve never come across any device that’s better for writing on than an iPad. There might be a big ass Mac behind it, but the wee iPad is perfect for squeezing words out of my brain.

Took a riverside walk today. It’s a good reminder that Shoreham-by-Sea is still very much a working port.

Fishing boats moored in the Adur.

I’m trying something new - triggered because I couldn’t get this stuff in my usual links digest if it was going to work in an email. But I think actually capturing and curating investing stuff from social media is worthwhile:

The Social Diary: reads from the feeds

There’s a slug on the kitchen window this morning. Our kitchen is in the first floor. I can’t decide if this slug is ambitious or has had a lucky escape from a bird…

The scam of pseudo-attention metrics

Seth Godin:

Part of the scam is that the pyramid scheme of attention will somehow pay off for a lot of people. It won’t. It can’t. The math doesn’t hold up. Someone is going to win a lottery, but it probably won’t be us. And a bigger part is that the things you need to do to be popular (the only metric the platforms share) aren’t the things you’d be doing if you were trying to be effective, or grounded, or proud of the work you’re doing.

It is quite remarkable that one of the biggest things to happen in UK politics so far this year… is a blog post.

Still, beats US politics and one man’s Twitter account, I suppose.

I’ve reached my daily reading goal on Apple Books. I’m using it to try to push myself to spend more time reading long-form, and not just articles on the web.

Found on the beach this morning. Someone’s feeling patriotic, clearly.

I have reached the point in coffee fussiness where, after being disappointed with a coffee when brewed with Aeropress, I switched to a different brew method - and really enjoyed that coffee.

There’s no hope for me now.

Brewing coffee with a V60

I found my parents’ old tree angel, so she’s back in service after a decade off.

Frost hit last night. I think autumn is done and winter is here. ❄️

There’s nothing better than a nice, fussy way of making your coffee…

Lovely Autumn day in Shoreham-by-Sea - between the rain, at least.

Fingers crossed that I am on the final stage of a difficult evening, and will be home for a whisky and bed within the hour. Literally my entire evening wasted on queuing and travelling.

The number 2 bus from Shoreham to Steyning.

I was initially excited when I found this site for Sussex bloggers, because it felt very like the sort of thing we did in the early 2000s. And then I saw this:

“Join our directory of bloggers based in Sussex, through which we’ll connect bloggers with brands.”

Oh, dear. 🙄

My top artists on Apple Music in 2019.

I’m not a raging brony. It’s my daughters.

Honest.

Yo dawg we heard you like Moodle so we put some Moodle in your Moodle so you can Moodle while you Moodle.

I’ve been fiddling around with my Ghost templates, and now fixed it so that comments only show on members-only and subscribers-only posts once you are logged in. For example this post.

I love the idea of having conversations that are at least partially protected.

Beautiful Remembrance service at Church of the Good Shepherd this morning. The two minutes’ silence with the waves crashing on the beach is always moving.

Today at Woods Mill. The dirty secret? This was four adults…

Mean

Yes, I know that this was yesterday’s prompt, but I didn’t get to it (even though I posted other things) and I did have something I wanted to say:

One thing I try not to be on the internet these days is mean. But it is an effort. I’m good at the snark. I can bring the snark. Some people encourage me to let the snark run free.

Sometime the snark is deserved. I retain the right to be snarky about Zuckerberg and the FaceBorg.

But I don’t think it’s good for me, or the state of discourse on the internet. I don’t think it makes me feel good about myself. It brings me attention, but it’s not attention I value.

10 years ago, I had a long drive to Sutton every morning for work. The one way I could guarantee I’d arrive in a good mood was to go out of my way to be courteous to other road users.

I feel the same way about the internet. Let’s not turn social media into a secondary school environment where the meanest win. Be helpful. Be useful. Don’t associate with those who aren’t.

Be better.

Such a beautiful crisp, autumn morning, with a lovely “after the storm” feel.

Beautifully peaceful with plenty of birdsong at the station this morning.

Early start to London. Not what you’d call busy at the station.

Ghost 3.0 has just launched - and it’s got built in tools for building a membership site for news.

This makes subscription businesses way more accessible to set up and run.

I think it’s fair to say that today’s weather has been changeable…

Woods Mill this morning. Although autumn was clearly in the air, you wouldn’t know it from this photo.

Today, I am digitising my childhood records while I work.

Not often I look back on conference food with affection - but the NEXT conference lunch bowls were epic:

Seriously high tides here yesterday. How much higher will they go today?

Here’s one great reason to love the DJi Osmo Mobile 3 if you’re involved in social video production:

Living by the sea really bring it home to you how polluted our waters have become with waste.

Treating myself to a nice aeropress coffee after my wet and windy walk. ☕️

Jane Manchum Wong

”It appears to me that Medium wants to double as a Reader app in an experiment. This unreleased feature is called “Save to Medium”, similar to how Instapaper works.”

Nope. Uh-uh. Not using that.

Having the sort of day where I write what I thought were two thoughtful and useful posts, and the world just shrugs its shoulders at me.

It’s the blogging equivalent of a null result in science.

But it’s that or clickbait…

Since the end of my days as RBI’s head of blogging, I don’t really get much change to spend time fiddling around with the technical stuff at the back end of blogs. Just done some of it today - and it’s quite fun! I missed it.

Now, off to fiddle with some DNS records…

A walk through the blogging graveyard

Moving from Feedly to @NetNewsWire via Feedbin has been largely a positive experience. The one oddity, though, has been the sudden reanimation of a whole bunch of dead feeds. I’ve probably been subscribing to RSS feeds for 15 years, so the effective “reset” of my feed read status means that, unexpectedly, blogs which last published nearly a decade ago are showing up again.

And reading through it is a melancholy experience. The worst, of course, are the blogs of people who have died, often with final entries which give no clue as to what is coming. There’s a lot of blogs of student journalists, some of whom have gone on to big things, many of whom have left journalism entirely. There’s sites that moved - but the old site still survives while the new site is gone from the web.

There are people whom I got to know through blogging, and who became face-to-face friends for a while — and then who disappeared from the web for reasons of their own, unknown to me and never advertised. Some of them I’d love to catch up with, but have no way of contacting them now.

There are online services that have come and gone, including the last post on the Google Reader blog. Posts from optimistic startups that flamed out, and many, many promises to “restart the blog” that never came true.

We are, I hope, in the early stages of a blogging renaissance. But ploughing through this graveyard made me experience a little touch of how the very old must feel, still living their life long after all their friends are dead, and wondering if there’s anyone left who cares.

Wow. Fell behind on these. Here’s July - over a months ago - in 1 Second Everyday.

It’s been a long time since these two shared a spot in my dock together.

Don’t look now folks, but I think autumn might be here…

A day when I find a new pretentious coffee shop is always a good day.

Small Batch Coffee in Worthing.

So, the reason for my silence here over the last couple of weeks was that I was holidaying in a nearly bandwidth-free place.

And it was lovely. Just taking a first pass through the photos now.

View from a seaside villa in La Flotte, Île de Ré, France.

Pub sign angles are a surprisingly good guide as to how windy the day is…

The garden was in fine form today, in the few moments I could steal away from work.

I hit my daily Move goal for the 1,000th time. Result.

Reasons I love blogging #3478: I spend several minutes Googling “Ted Danson flossing” for a blog post this morning.

Tumblr as we know it is dead, as a pile of corporate obfuscation makes clear. What’s left is a zombie-like shell - and a gap for places where young people can experiment with their identity.

One thing I’ve learnt about myself in recent years is that things like Apple Watch straps and GoPro sleeves (like this one) make me disproportionately happy compared to their cost - as long as the material and colour are right.

Very happy with this one.

Practicing the art of productive procrastination, by tidying up my Ulysses app.

I think my authorised app connections to Flickr need some updating… (iPhoto 2??)

Catching up - this is January in 1 Second Everyday.

I do love the feel of the new “grove” style Apple Stores.

the Apple Store on London's Regent Street.

Listening to Andy’s 20 year journey at the Flock event in Shoreham-by-Sea.

So, when everybody’s in-boxes are cluttered with newsletters in about 18 months’ time - will we see the grand blog and RSS revival, as history cycles through technologies again?

Oh, DJI. I’m not sure encouraging non-consensual voyerism is the right way to sell your products…

A screenshot from the DJI app, envvouraging readers to share amourous moments they've captured…

Many PostIts died to bring us this strategy…

It’s all glamour in the consultancy business, I can tell you…

I have a suspicion that a child may have used this seat before me…

Finished drafting tomorrow’s newsletter for my paying subscribers. Feeling good about it (although slightly guilty that this is not going on the open web. But then, this is a topic I’ll return to on my blog, I’m sure).

Warning for highly polarising politics…

I poked into why #notjewish was trending on Twitter, and why an account I had no awareness of had blocked me - and found some really simple answers - with complex consequences

Lovely morning down by the Adur as I walked home this morning.

Here’s one from the archives - that’s me on the left, taking a photo of the chief scout, during the 75th anniversary of scouting celebrations in 1982.

Seeing this magazine on sale in my local newsagent is odd. I associate it so strongly with my Mum and my childhood, it seems almost incomprehensible that it’s still going so long after she died. A silly reaction, I know.

Here’s a soothing 20 seconds of beach life for you…

Got up at stupid o’clock this morning to catch a train and attend the launch of the Reuters Institute Digital News Report this morning. It was worth it.

Here are my liveblogged notes from the event.

Just preparing my notes from this morning’s Digital News Report 2019 launch event for publication - how refreshing to have an all-female panel at a journalism event:

I find upgrading firmware on devices a surprisingly satisfying process.

Nice to be heading up London late enough to drop a bag off at the charity shop and get a coffee from Tom Foolery.

Of all the things to find, a shopping list from my Mum, who has been gone over a decade:

Working on a Friday, unusually, due to a day swap with my wife. Throughly dreich out there today, so working seems better…

What’s bringing you joy this morning, people of micro.blog?

Thank you, micro.blog folks. I enjoyed sharing the keynote with you!

Those elongated ovals from the new version of the TV app seem to be a major design trend in iOS13.

How we Dooced blogging — and its community

This Vox profile of Heather Armstrong — Dooce — is a deeply melancholy read:

In the time that Armstrong had been absent from her site, bloggers had been almost wholly replaced with social media stars who relied on Instagram to gain a following. The word “influencer” had taken over, and quickly. Bloggers had risen to fame thanks to deeply personal posts; Instagram personalities operated in a much more visual medium, relying on photos of cute kids and beautiful homes for likes.

It’s both affecting in its coverage of her mental health issues, but also in how clear it makes it that we lost something profound in the shift from blogger to influencer.

Lots to think on.

Nice view as I crossed the bridge this evening.

View towards New Shoreham and the South Downs from the Adur Ferry Bridge.

Extinction Rebellion die in at the Shoreham by Sea farmers market.

Finally got around to adding another of my key services to my site: Live Event Capture - where I create rapid posts from event content, working in conjunction with the skilled editorial cartoonists at Drawnalism.

It was windy yesterday at Woods Mill, but the sound is just lovey.

I love this photo of Iris in the woods from yesterday.

Working on old negative scans does make me miss the grain and texture of film photography - but I really don’t have the time to indulge in it any more.

Fascinating how much cars date photos, even after “just” 15 years.

Thanks to my daughters, my iPad Smart Keyboard is looking particularly fabulous today…

And here’s the final image of Adam, a sculpture at the Eden Project, shot back in Spring 2004.

Enjoying working in Pixelmator Photo to clean up some old negative scans:

There was a lot of construction work still happened at the Eden Project back in 2004. I loved these art plants that part screened the construction. Nice hard hat fruit.

Talented investigative journalist Lyra McKee was shot dead in Derry last night. I knew her, and was always in awe of her work. RIP, Lyra. And thank you.

I really need to stop letting my blogging slip as soon as my life gets busy. It’s such an intellectually rewarding exercise for me that my life is poorer when I don’t do it.

And no, social media does not scratch the same itch at all.

Woe betide any pony that fails to perform to the expectations of Iris.

Weird flex for a CMS company, but OK:

”Today Automattic is announcing Happy Tools, a suite of products for the future of work. Each product in Happy Tools has been used internally at Automattic to grow our company.”

Revenue play, at the expense of focus? Hmm.

May not have thought relative mug and scanner positioning through properly…

My coffee mug being knocked by my film scanner

Wow. Early 2010s-era One Man & His Blog. In many ways, the “classic” era of the site…

One Man & His Blog in 2011

Bittersweet memories of 1999

Scanning colour negatives in Vuescan on a Mac.

Wow.

The current batch of negatives I’m scanning right now really capture a moment in time. They must be from 1999, one of the more significant years in my life - and 20 years ago, almost exactly.

The first few photographs are of the woman who was soon to be my ex-girlfriend in the flat we shared (and, honestly, the coming storm was written all over her face in those images), while the next batch were of a party at the flat of the woman who is now my wife.

Those really were a few months that changed my life forever, and in ways that were only good.

However, the deep sadness is that one person in those images is no longer with us, passing too, too young.

Plenty of pain in those images and the memories they evoke - but also joy. I wouldn’t surrender either.

10 Mothers’ Day without you, Mum. Still missing you.

Just spent 8 hours in this room with a great bunch of journalists and communication pros, talking editorial analytics. I really enjoyed it. I hope they did, too.

The Southwark Room at The Bridge after a day's training.

My daughters have very carefully, precisely and secretively placed 10p coins under their chairs. I love them, but sometimes they are very sinister.

Oh, dear. When did I enter that demographic?

Thanks, Facebook.

The “Revoke Article 50” petition is closing in on ¾ of a million, and gaining about 3k signatures per minute.

Joining the rest of my family in marking World Down Syndrome day:

This makes me very nostalgic for an earlier era of Apple.

Rainbow Apple logo on the shutters of a shop in Islington, London

I’ve come across a number of blogs in recent weeks that have “moved to Instagram”. One thing is for sure: they will eventually regret that decisions. Maybe not soon, but eventually.

My new pride and joy

This is my new pride and joy.

A year or so a switch flipped in my head. The more I watched vegetable trimmings, teabags and coffee grounds go into our bin, the more bothered I became about it. Those were good resources, resources a damaged planet badly needs, and we were locking them away for centuries or more in capped landfill sites.

I hated it.

Our council doesn’t offer kitchen waste recycling, so the only option open to me was home composting. My wife took some persuading, but a few months ago, with agreement, I ordered myself a beehive composter, and for the last two weeks it’s been sitting in the back garden, happily accepting anything I throw its way.

Compost n00b

I’m a novice - I know I am. I’ve only had a composter once before, back when I lived in Lewisham. But the garden there was not what you’d call accessible. It was down two flights of stairs, once you were out of the front door - and then up another flight of stairs. And to get to those you had to escape the back door, which was heavily bolted. I always assumed it was that way due to break-ins before i moved in, but I never found out. But those bots sure as hell slowed me down.

Now, my new composter is just outside the back door, and there’s so much more fun to be had. (Yes, fun. Don’t @ me.)

There’s so much more to compost than there used to be. For example, Waitrose have just started sending their organic bananas out in compostable bags. Magazines are arriving in similar bags. Even my local coffee shop is providing compostable coffee cups and lids. In they all go.

Yes, this is fun. I’m looking forward to turning over the compost in a month or so. I’m looking forwards to watching how effective all these compostable materials are. I spend so much of my life in front of glowing screens, something like this is just such a refreshing change. And, let’s face it, with the state of the planet, every single change like this we make helps, just a little.

I had awesome wallpaper as a child. (That’s not me - it’s a school friend).

Stephen Kent in my childhood bedroom, with Star Wars wallpaper.

You can catch up on all my posts from last week’s useful news:rewired conference here.

Lots to think about there.

Love the cover of the latest @standartmag by @grigorybabich. Stunning work.

The Adventures of Rapunzel and Mildred Hubble. #worldbookday #worldbookday2019

We really didn’t spend long on our customary Sunday beach walk today. Storm Freya is battering the UK and, while we’re on the edge of it, my three year old was still in danger of being blown away…

Bit of a token clean today as the girls were in danger of being blown off the beach by storm Freya. #2minutebeachclean

Iris made a nest at #naturetots #sussexwildlifetrust

I preserve the secrets of @nextconf by making my notes basically illegible to anyone but me.

Word of the day, courtesy of an @ernestjournal back issue… slubberdegullion is official part of my word hoard now.

I have a Brydge keyboard for my trusty old 9.7 inch iPad Pro and I suddenly have my perfect on-the-go device.

Coffee Break

Edgcumbes Coffee Roasters & Tea Blenders.

A coffee break in a great wee coffee place on the outskirts of Arundel. There’s some great coffee in Sussex.

Lessons from two months of #2minutebeachclean

For the last couple of months, my daughters and I have been doing a #2minutebeachclean pretty much every Sunday - concentrating on the same small patch of the beach.

While it’s been delightful spending the time by the sea, playing with the girls, and watching them become more aware of their environment, the sheer volume of plastics we’re pulling out of that small patch of the beach is depressing.

It’s been a case of not really realising the depth of a problem until you stare it in the face — and it’s making me think about all the purchasing decisions I make, but also what else we can do as a family to help turn this around.

What have we done?

Still can’t quite believe that I turned down the chance to work on this beauty - but it was the right decision at that time of my life.

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Wow, Blogger really is being neglected isn’t it? The last substantive update I can find is from nearly a year ago - and it’s mainly about removing features. Even Movable Type has had a major new version since then.

First signs of spring. (Which means it’ll be snowing within the month…)

Despite the cold, it’s a really lovely day here on the coast.

Crikey - my blog had more mobile and tablet viewers than desktop ones for the first time ever. I know I’m on the trailing edge of the switch, but interesting that it’s coming even to journalism-related sites.

I love the neologism “memeocracy” to describe the impact of influencer culture in the attention economy. I love the impact of it significantly less.

Shoreham may be blessed with one of the best library views out there.

The latest issue of @anxymag is here - all about masculinity. Time for a coffee and a read.

One that required a bit of focus, but not too much. Bring on next month’s #AppleWatch challenge.

No wonder my chair was uncomfortable - I’ve been sitting on this for the last hour:

An epitath for Livejournal

Ars Technica:

Such is the nature of the erosion of our once-beloved digital spaces: there’s none of the collapsed majesty of a physical space like an abandoned castle, ivy threading its way through the crumbling latticework. Instead, LiveJournal moves forward as an aging pile of code, one day potentially rendered obsolete by something newer and better and remembered by those who lost countless hours to rigging it up in the first place.

It’s where I started blogging over 17 years ago - but I haven’t thought about it in years. It’s now just a Russian zombie of its former self.

Gorgeous day on Shoreham Beach. The sun is counteracting the cold nicely.

It’s been a stressful week, but the view from my office window is incredibly calming today.

I can also see a meaningful boat out of the window. There may be a meaningful oat on the floor, after my daughter dropped her porridge this morning.

Fresh out of the film scanner: my late father and I in the mid-90s. Still miss him.

Grabbed the opportunity for a quick beach walk this afternoon. The beach is very much in winter mode, biding its time before it bursts into spring colour in a few months.

A pre-New Year party for the little ones with some wonderful neighbours. Perfect way to end the year.

Well, this year was all about the Shoreham-by-Sea landscapes… #topnine2018 #topnine #bestnine2018

Digging through the top posts on the Next Conference blog, I found this 2017 piece from Martin Recke - What is Digital Humanism?. This feels like a discussion we should have had more deeply.

The children are less enthused by this stage of the meal preparation…

Prepping Christmas Dinner while watching the Countryfile Christmas Special. Because, yes, I am middle aged and middle class.

Free audiobooks from Apple

Well, this is a great Christmas gift:

Apple Books has published six exclusive audiobooks this week, showcasing six great first listen titles read by celebrity narrators. The books themselves are all public domain works from Pride and Prejudice to Winnie the Pooh, recorded by Apple and released in the Book Store for free.

If you have an iDevice of some sort, these are well worth grabbing. The narrators include Karen Gillen (Doctor Who, Guardians of the Galaxy) and Kate Beckinsale. (Underworld series, etc).

Strong and stable. Spoiled for stabilised filming right now - working in some tests for my blog.

Early Christmas present to myself. Uh, I mean to my work. Uh, yes, my work. That’s it. cough.

Not what you want to see outside your favourite coffee shop in the morning…

The new @blogosphere_magazine is here, so I’ve done a tasteful #influencer style shot to celebrate. 😇 #blogospheremagazine #bloggers

Stunning Autumn morning

Walking Iris to nursery was a genuine pleasure this morning - it’s just an incredible day. Cold, but clear and bright, with a wonderful quality of light.

One of the interesting aspects of consultancy life is getting small spells in a whole range of offices. You assume that all offices are basically the same, but that really isn’t the case. And it’s fascinating.

My downtime on ghost(pro) last month… …didn’t exist. For the third month running.

Nice work, @tryghost team.

I feel this e-mail subject line is unlikely to be bettered today:

While I do still love a good paper book, there are times that digital books are just so much more useful, especially in non-fiction.

After the social network, the new bloggers are coming…

One of the things that I’m most angry with the social networks about is the way they deprived me of so many interesting voices. How many bloggers whose in-depth thoughts I valued, enjoyed and was challenged by have been sucked into the easy dopamine hit of social networks? How many exchanged depth, value and complexity for soundbite posts and memery?

One of the things I’ve valued over the last couple of years of micro.blog has been finding new voices and thinkers, who have been prepared to put the time and effort into writing things of worth, and to linking to those of others. It’s a new tool to surface an neglected way of thinking and working, and I value it.

Thanks everyone. You are genuinely enriching my life.

Time to kill off follower counts on social networks:

As we increase the time we spend online, we also expose ourselves to the danger of measuring ourselves by the number of likes and follows we get. That sort of behavior is problematic in itself, but it gets worse when you consider the fact that you have little to no real control over those numbers.

Where micro.blog and @manton led the way…

Old Toys

I’m slightly concerned that I appear to have grown up in the last few years. Despite the exciting and shiny new iPad Pros released last week, I’m still more than happy with my 2 plus year old iPad Pro 9.7. It does everything I need it to. And my MacBook Pro is around five years old, and I’m not planning on replacing that either. What has happened to me? I used to be a “twitchy after two years” guy.

MediaGazer is really good at inflating my ego in a really unearned way, by putting me in some amazing company:

Here’s a horrible insight into how digital tools and age-old psychology can turn satire into conspiracy theories. This is why the “fake news” of misinformation and disinformation is going to be so very hard to combat.

I need to have words with my teenage self about keeping negatives clean.

Here’s my incredibly sophisticated micro casting set-up, using Wavelength on my phone…

Despite my previous post, I do enjoy binging on @Monday I find immersing myself in the community for a hour to be fun.

Over a decade since my first download from the App Store. Not much use now.

Y’know. I just realised - reading blogs used to - and often still does - make me happy, curious and energised. Reading social media rarely does any of those three. You lose something when you erode complexity and replace it with low impact interaction.

Noting in recent times has made me as old as realising that The Guardian pioneered live-blogging 19 years ago.

Our back garden tree is handling the daily countdown to winter admirably.

Case in point: my two most used blog platforms - ghost and micro.blog - are both new(ish) and have very different ideas of what publishing could look like. Innovation in publishing tech should be interesting to those interested in publishing.

A non-obituary for blogging

The “blogging is dead” meme that seems to have settled into the consciousness of swathes of media is both patently wrong - glance at fashion or travel for a moment - but also rather dangerous for them. Just because the technology is no longer the newest thing, doesn’t mean it’s irrelevant. Much like printing presses, really.

My contribution to the digital fix debate is out in print… …in German.

Blogging is dead…

…unless you’re in fashion, where you’re influential enough to appear in marketing emails.

Firing up Final Cut Pro, and seeing if my aging Mac can actually handle some 4k with decent proxy media settings.

Barbados, late 2011

I’ve just been pottering around editing some old photos, from our last pre-children holiday. Two days after I got back, my life changed forever in two ways: we agreed to buy a house, and I realised that my time at my old employer was up. I was figuring out what to do next, and so these photos have never had the attention they deserve.

I’m enjoying coming back to them with seven years’ distance.

The still Caribbean

Boating off Barbados

Sunset over the villa's pool

The wild, wild East coast

I used to shoot a lot more landscapes back then…

Feeling guilty about accidentally leaving my reusable coffee cup behind.

Hello, micro.blog. Show me nice things to remind me why I like social media…

Why do I aim to be at the station soon after 7am, when I don’t start lecturing until 11am? This is why:

Working in MacOS Mohave’s dark mode. Interesting - will take a while to get used to (if I stick with it).

Rolled up foam for chairs. Interesting. (Haven’t dared try one yet.)

The babychino basked in the afternoon sun, blissfully unaware that a predator was about to pounce…

This makes me sad. The Guardian was once a genuine innovator in the field of podcasts - and it both abandoned that and then forgot it ever happened.

We need to stop making this mistake.

I love blogging. I really do. But it does feel like getting traffic to OM&HB is harder then ever. I can’t recall a time in past 15 years that attracting readers was so very hard.

Part of that is my own fault - I’ve been very inconsistent as a blogger in recent years. And I’d hate to abandon it after all these years of labour.

But my goodness, does it feel like harder work getting the audience than it is getting the content written. And I’m sure that shouldn’t be the case.

Just spent a couple of hours writing a blog post, which pretty much guarantees nobody will ever read it.

Why is traffic so often inversely proportional to effort?

I spent ages earlier looking for my green screen cleaning cloth.

I just found it.

Villiers Street, London - 1994

I’ve been scanning some old negatives in a pretty random way - just grab a packet and scan whatever’s in there.

This particular film was shot in late 1994, or early 1995, when I was working on The Publican, a now-gone magazine for the pub trade. I think the last 10 or 12 photos are why the film exists. They’re of a cellarman course I went on as part of my job. I appear to have “burned off” the rest of the film by shooting a load of random images around Charing Cross.

And they’re fascinating. On one level, you realise how little structure of these streets has changed in a little under 25 years. But the clothes, vehicles and branding on the shops is what gives away just how long ago this was.

Pre-school shoe fitting. Hazel needs new school and casual shoes. 💰🙄 (grumpy Dad mode in full effect.) 😂

Testing my original tent from 22 years ago! It’s not been used for 8 years, but is still in good nick. Need a little re-waterproofing of the fly, and then the girls can use it.

Camp life. #camping #newforest #campingintheforest #ashurst #outwell

Apples.

(Doing a first pass on the photos from our camping holiday).

Amazing weather for a day at @springbarnfarm - not too hot, not too cold and some dramatic skies!

Reasons I’m glad I cleared up my study before starting work: I was able to grab my macro lens for a blog post photo in seconds. This is… rare.

Enjoying my copy of @standartmag #nobodybuysbooks and my @aero.press winner collectors card

Exploring the babychino options in town. This one, from Ginger & Dobschütz, got full marks from Hazel. 76AF8A2D-1C54-4526-B263-FA5A2A61C9BB.jpg

Really enjoyed editing and prepping for publication a guest post for the Next Conference blog. However, it did remind me yet again how often we ignored warnings in the past about the way we implemented digital technology.

Not getting on the wrong side of Iris if I can help it…

It’s getting to the point when I find a corporate or organisation “blog” that actually has an RSS feed, I’m surprised. We’ve fallen a long way on direct engagement tech.

My little ninja’s successful first test. New belt!

Is Apple doing away with its in-built book printing services? Did I miss an announcement?

Tactical approached to combatting misinformation only get us so far - and people are dying now. Time to start thinking about this strategically at a cultural level.

A place in the shade, an espresso, an iPad and my daughter’s Rainbows troop in the distance. Good living. 👌🏻

Busy pulling together my curated reads newsletter for the first time in over three months (!). If you want it hot and fresh in your in-box, you can sign up here.

That was a long time ago. The book is browning at the edges…

Good morning. Hard at work in my favourite coffee shop.

Now my account is all fixed, I’m really enjoying micro.blog again. Thanks, @manton.

The sheer hell of living here on a day like today… 😇

Down by the coast is the best place to be in this heat.

One micro-blog account, twice. A seemingly irresolvable issue.

I’m a bit at a loss as to what to do with my account here. Due to some weirdness, I’m paying for it twice, once as a blog only account, once as a blog+podcast account.

It’s more than just the cash, though, it’s also the fact that I essentially have two accounts under the same name, each building up their own (separate but overlapping) sets of content.

My tickets to support are going unanswered.

I enjoy micro.blog, but not so much that I’m happy to pay twice for one service, which is what’s happening now. And meanwhile, every time I post, I don’t know which content bucket it’s going to end up in. So the pain of untangling the situation gets worse - and that makes me really reluctant to post.

I suspect my only solution now is to backup both accounts, nuke one of them, and try to figure out which one went, and import that one’s back up.

Wish me luck.

If you ever hear from me again.

That felt good. I did something that I thought other people might find interesting - and blogged about it straight well. As I used to teach: “Connect the ‘that’s interesting’ observation with posting as soon as you can”. I should listen to myself more.

Astonishing to think this space tech is 19 years old now…

Not sure this is a great message for the future of the journalism business…

I have to confess, I paid basically zero attention to the royal wedding in the build up to it. But seeing the royals give a hearty two fingers to the racists we’ve seen rise post-Brexit?

Pitch of the day:

I am writing because I would like to write an article reviewing the best fleshlights on the market and then discuss whether they are worth it. I feel the readers of onemanandhisblog.com may find this of interest.

🤔👌🏻

I’m ready for the flood defence works to be finished now. (I’m grateful and all, but…)

One of those days when I thought I’d knocked it out of the park with a post — and everyone goes “meh”. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Having fun doing my homework

The last five weeks or so have seen me away from home on business more than I’ve ever been before. I’ve been to Europe, the middle east, America and various parts of the UK. It’s been fun, and rewarding both professionally and financially.

However, it’s also been exhausting, and left me well behind on my e-mail. With that comes little problems like not getting new work booked in, and not keeping up with my invoicing.

I’ve blocked out this week for working from home in Shoreham-by-Sea, and this morning has been a rare block of time sat at my own desk, in my own home office, getting stuff done. As I sat down at 9.30am this morning, I had 450 e-mails in my inbox. That’s down to a manageable 40 now.

Having 3.5 days ahead of me to just get work done without any travelling on the agenda is a blessed relief. I’m enjoying it. I’m enjoying being in Shoreham. And I’m enjoying being productive.

Having fun doing my homework

The last five weeks or so have seen me away from home on business more than I’ve ever been before. I’ve been to Europe, the middle east, America and various parts of the UK. It’s been fun, and rewarding both professionally and financially.

However, it’s also been exhausting, and left me well behind on my e-mail. With that comes little problems like not getting new work booked in, and not keeping up with my invoicing.

I’ve blocked out this week for working from home in Shoreham-by-Sea, and this morning has been a rare block of time sat at my own desk, in my own home office, getting stuff done. As I sat down at 9.30am this morning, I had 450 e-mails in my inbox. That’s down to a manageable 40 now.

Having 3.5 days ahead of me to just get work done without any travelling on the agenda is a blessed relief. I’m enjoying it. I’m enjoying being in Shoreham. And I’m enjoying being productive.

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Gosh, look at all the women in Facebook’s reorg…that aren’t there.

Beach Life

The sun is actually out for a Bank Holiday weekend, so we made the arduous five minutes‘ walk to the beach for a little relaxation.

A shellfull on the beach today. 🐚 🐚 🐚

And exactly how am I meant to do that on a plane?

Still struggling with two micro.blog accounts with identical names - and no idea which one each post it going to. I wonder if anyone’s even seeing this…?

howls into the void

Still struggling with two micro.blog accounts with identical names - and no idea which one each post it going to. I wonder if anyone’s even seeing this…?

howls into the void

Possible epic RickRoll in my near future. #ifswoco18

Probably not worth worrying about on the last day of the month.

A little help folks? Can you suggest some other people fighting for a better digital world, like @manton with this service, and the indie web movement?

A little help folks? Can you suggest some other people fighting for a better digital world, like @manton with this service, and the indie web movement?

I really love portrait mode on the iPhone X. It lifts ordinary snapshots into something quite special.

The thing I loved about Saturday’s education protest is that it wasn’t the normal suspects, but angry parents and children exercising their rights to protest.

Just another Saturday afternoon protesting school funding cuts.

Well, that does look like we’re having a heatwave, doesn’t it?

First pub garden opportunity of the year. ☀️ 🍺

British Airways Boeing 787 for the night flight home.

Sometimes hotel corridors look marvellously sinister:

On a @british_airways @boeing 787 from Abu Dhabi. Premium economy for the night flight.

You can’t beat moody lighting and flowers in a hotel reception, can you?

Well, blast. I just tried to add podcasting to my account, to play with Wavelength. I now I appear to have two micro.blogs with the same name. And this account still doesn’t seem to support microcasting. WTF?

Well, blast. I just tried to add podcasting to my account, to play with Wavelength. I now I appear to have two micro.blogs with the same name. And this account still doesn’t seem to support microcasting. WTF?

I love this piece of art in the courtyard at the University of Maastricht.

All Change

Chasing at Liège-Guillemins Railway Station in my way to Maastricht. I love the mix of classic 70s orange on the train, and cool white modernism in the station itself.

Easter Adur-side Pub Walk

For the first time in what seems like weeks we had some lovely weather yesterday. I grabbed the opportunity to walk with the girls up the Adur, on the riverside walk which is temporarily open during a lull in the flood defences work.

We had a really lovely lunch at the refurbished Amsterdam pub. Once the river walk is permanently open again. I foresee us doing this a lot more often.

Flood defences going in behind Riverside Road. #shorehambeach #shorehambysea

With a bit of luck, my Disqus comments should have been moved across to the new URLs on One Man & His Blog.

I’m still really excited by the move to @tryghost.

Got the wok out and did a stir fry for the first time in an age. Thankfully, the girls ate it…

Open RSS reader. First screen is mainly obvious April Fools. Close RSS reader.

Editing photos from last summer is making me excited for this summer’s return to France.

End of a long day. Tom Foolery pit stop on the way home. ☕️

The App Store appears to be quite unwell this evening.

I find cooking the traditional Sunday roast a meditative experience. It really helps me unwind.

Upping our feeding game here in team 10, @zgarbz 😛

Haze bounced back enough to go to her class - and the first step towards her green belt:

Talking of change l finally found the time for a much-needed haircut this morning…

The tracks that will make life hard for Southern commuters tomorrow.

This is why I’m in London on a Sunday Evening. Running a course tomorrow, and that looks like enough for Southern to start getting twitchy about running trains…

Sometimes, I forget how lucky I am to live somewhere where I can take photos like this from my home office window.

My irregular interesting reading newsletter is going out in an hour’s time.

Sign up, if you want an inbox full of interesting links, untouched by algorithms…

Oh, a lovely, tiny kickstarted type nerd joy has arrived:

Bad instagrammer leaves it a bit late to photograph his coffee.

Uninstalling all social media from my 12 inch iPad Pro - I want to make this my productivity and focus device. Only micro-blog survives - for now.

The Adur, 6.45am

I was early enough out of the house this morning that I had time to pause on the Adur Ferry Bridge and grab some images.

It’s nice to be doing that walk in the early dawn light, rather than in the dark. Spring will be here soon…

I have got the insane number of tabs i had open across five device down to under 20, and everything else either acted on, blogged about of filed away in Instapaper or Pocket. Good work, me.

Getting Sunlit…

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Not sure why I’m bothering writing on my blog today, when basically my entire audience is either at news:rewired or The Guardian’s Changing Media Summit.

Listening to a 2003 playlist on Apple Music. This was the music of the year I started my blog.

God, I feel old.

I’ve transferred this old Typed post over to OM&HB, for archival reasons, really. There are some screenshots in there of the soon-to-die platform.

Just downloaded the content I had on Typed, a blog platform that dies today. I backed it as a crowdfunder, and don’t regret it. We need innovation in blogging, but some of those innovations are going to fail.

Still sad I never got the t-shirt though. 😉

The snow’s back, but not really settling too badly.

Nice to see Nosy Crow featured in the App Store today - I spoke at their conference a few years ago.

I love the fact my @fieldnotesbrand notebooks are always a mix of my work notes and my daughter’s writing practice.

Got up to London super early today in case of snow problems. Thus I had nearly two hours in a café to catch up on work. Really nice.

It was a chilly, snowy sunrise at #shorehambysea station this morning.

Typical commuter trying to exert dominance by progressively pushing his MacBook Pro forwards.

Welcome to the Hotel Medium

There aren’t enough eye-rolls in the world for this one:

The time you spend building your site and trying to use it to find a way to turn a profit could have been used to build you a valuable platform here on Medium. A platform the highest paid on the stage made $14,000 on last month.

You can check-out any time you like But you can never leave.

Kinda looking forwards to these flood defence works behind the house being done now.

I’m beginning to regret moving One Man & His Blog to WordPress. It’s got so “heavy” that posting increasingly feels like a chore. Maybe it’s time to work on that move to Ghost.

I’m beginning to regret moving One Man & His Blog to WordPress. It’s got so “heavy” that posting increasingly feels like a chore. Maybe it’s time to work on that move to Ghost.

Blogging: not dead yet.

I find this interview with Kottke to be hard going. I don’t — and possibly can’t — accept the general theme that blogging is “over”. It manifestly isn’t, but perhaps the school of blogging he represents is. And besides, what blogging brings to the internet is too valuable to allow it to die.

It needs to be fought for.

Blogging: not dead yet.

I find this interview with Kottke to be hard going. I don’t — and possibly can’t — accept the general theme that blogging is “over”. It manifestly isn’t, but perhaps the school of blogging he represents is. And besides, what blogging brings to the internet is too valuable to allow it to die.

It needs to be fought for.

I really was lucky to grow up in such a breathtaking place…

Cleaning up some scans of old, damaged slides. This is a mid-80s fencing competition in Scotland.

Another view of Shoreham by Sea, one that might disappear soon.

Here’s an unusual view of #shorehambeach from #shorehambysea

Things like this suggest to me that @manton has exactly the right idea in not displaying things like follower counts or favourite numbers publicly.

Things like this suggest to me that @manton has exactly the right idea in not displaying things like follower counts or favourite numbers publicly.

Surprisingly fun lecture today - possibly because had a lower turnout than normal - but really engaged, enthusiastic students.

Twilight in the churchyard. #shorehambysea #sussex #churches #churchyard

Good morning. #amblogging (h/t to @danblank for doing his version of this every day…)

I imagine purgatory is much like Hayward’s Heath station at 9pm on a Wednesday.

I imagine purgatory is much like Hayward’s Heath station at 9pm on a Wednesday.

Oh, Monday. Recommendation time.

Micro Monday recommendation: @tibz - Thibault is a friend from his Brighton days. After a year’s global peregrinations he’s settling into Dublin with his lovely partner, and has interesting things to say about tech.

The rather deadly looking meeting rooom art that’s been hanging over @nchanglin’s head all day.

Not a filter. Anti-solar gain dots on the windows of the building.

Iris modelling for me. Want to know what this is about? Link in bio! 😇

The big iPad Pro has become my favourite way of working in surprisingly short order. I’m only turning to the laptop when I really need it now.

I feel surprisingly liberated by the deletion of my Wikipedia page - it makes my blog the first, best source about me online. And that’s just as it should be.

This may seem obvious, but it took me a while to figure out that it’s better to treat micro.blog as microblogging rather than whatever it is that Twitter has become. The more I do that, the more I enjoy it.

Walker on the beach. #shorehambysea #shorehambeach #beachlife #beachwalk

Out playing with their Christmas brollies in the British weather…

Here’s my #2017bestnine - India, Ilé de Re, branding, a watch strap, Hazel in @tomfoolery.coffee and lots of #shorehambysea landscapes

Popped downstairs from my home office to see tree decoration in progress…

I fear Iris may have inherited the mad scientist gene from her mother…

Christingle night: children and fire, always a popular combo… 🔥

One of the reasons I love MarsEdit is that when I switched from Movable Type to WordPress, my writing experience barely changed because it was all done in the app. Version 4 is essential for the serious blogger on a Mac.

The iPhone X really does do much better in low light than its predecessors.

I am old enough to have learnt to not to blog every opinion that crosses my brainmeats.

I am clearly not old enough yet to be silent without drawing attention to the fact I’m being silent.

I am old enough to have learnt to not to blog every opinion that crosses my brainmeats.

I am clearly not old enough yet to be silent without drawing attention to the fact I’m being silent.

So, doing that B&W challenge thing that’s doing the rounds on FBook:

Sometimes it feel like nothing changes around here. And sometimes it feels like everything changes…

It’s that time of the #Interhacktives year again… (h/t to @neilperkin for introducing me to this…)

That moment when you discover the only reward you get for a bunch of hard volunteer work -credit - has gone to someone else across a year’s worth of work. 😡

Found a clue as to why Condé Nast is closing the print Glamour…

Farewell, Hamburg. It’s been fun. #next17 is done. Can’t wait for #next18

Ah. @nextconf and @reeperbahn_festival - two great tastes that go together so well… #next17

Bellingmug for being part of the #bellingcat crowdfunding. #journalism

Ice cream and adventure; it’s what the summer holidays are all about.

Nice to be home and enjoying ☕️ at @tomfoolery.coffee

Privée. #France #laflotte #door #sign #îlederé #iledere #latergram #travel #travelblog

This may be the worst sign in the world. #coffee #latergram #îlederé

Social video training for @journalismnews’s @newsrewired + package… 🎥

Beach Dreamin’ - ready to take my girls on the @beachdreamsfestival parade…

Some fun bits of history on a client’s walls…

Supporting #pride in a subtle way today. The limited edition #applewatch Pride band is just lovely.

However will I cope with the endless misery of business trips?

Non-training, non-travel day - so a chance for a leisurely #breakfast.

Always good to start the day with a little light adulting:

One of our @insectlore butterflies stopping to say goodbye to Iris as it leaves.

New evidence emerges of the real reason for the dinosaurs’ extinction… 🍺

This really is a beautiful beach. People under-estimate the beauty of a shingle beach.

Sometimes, London, you’re unexpectedly weird.

Hazel is here, and would like to discuss kicking your butt. 🙂

Enjoying @tomfoolery.coffee’s @horshamcoffee in the woods…

A single sign that’ll make you glad you’re a grown-up.

End of a lovely day at @springbarnfarm. Lambs and bouncy cushions and swings and sandpits and lunch and soft play mean two very tired children. 😉☀️ 🐑

-6c in the hotel car park this morning. Nice ice effect on the car, though. ❄️

Chilly morning down by the Adur in Shoreham #shorehambysea #shorehambeach

I have been permitted entry to my brother’s hallowed wine cellar…

Apparently it’s all about the landscapes. And me, when I was young, centuries ago. #2016bestnine #best92016

Aldgate East is not what I remember. Admittedly, that was 20 years ago.

We really have to do something about the #pokemon infestation in this house.

Something different about Hazel today. Can’t quite put my finger on it.

2nd Autumn for Iris. The first where she can really enjoy leaves.

THE place to be in Shoreham on a Friday night - if you’re four.