Testing out posting from mobile. That is all.
So it seems underscores currently has a platform agnostic solution for sass. Will need to sort out something to generate the css, one of my gulp or grunt scripts, or maybe just CodeKit for now.
Added a colophon to the site
New look. Lost a lot of weight. Ditched the beard for spring 🔥
I am remembering the use of animated gifs to indicate that your site was under construction. Is that still a thing?
Posted to Twitter for the first time in a long time tonight. Part of starting to post here. Will sort out how to crosspost at some point.
A rough guide for setting up WordPress as a microblog. It’s definitely possible to do with default themes and off-the-shelf components. I’m going to dork out and customize it. The source will be available.
Starting to customize the theme to work as a micro blog. It always seems to start with my local development environment no longer working. Live cowboy coding used to be so easy, but copy-paste or multi-undo version control sort of sucks.
From Cathal Kelly’s Globe & Mail article on Justin Smoak’s transformation into Jays’ next-gen Jose Bautista:
His final at-bat of the series against Yankees’ David Robertson was a minor-note master class. To hear Robertson – one of the most cunning relievers in baseball – tell it, he ran out of ideas after eight pitches. Smoak put the ninth one over the centre-field wall. It was a grand slam and the game winner.
When someone asked Smoak if he was thinking curveball on that ninth pitch, he said, “Maybe. Maybe not. I’m just glad I was thinking the way I was thinking.”
Which is not actually an answer.
Smoak is a throwback in a lot of ways, but none so pleasing as the fact that, unlike many of his colleagues, he isn’t demystifying the game. He’s mystifying it.
I was at the exhibition games in Montreal last year, just before the start of his breakout season. One of my friends asked me if I could describe Smoak in a word. My near-instant reply was “Derp”. I stand by that.
I used to write regularly when I was younger. I kept journals, took classes, wrote online and for a newspaper. At some point I stopped. I’m not entirely sure why. It may have been burnout. It may have been writer’s block. Ultimately, it boils down to fear — fear of criticism, fear of disappointment, fear of failure, and so on. I’d love to get everything right, but that’s impossible.
So, in an effort to get over fear, I’ll hit publish and get started.