I like that Siri can read notifications, but it went 0-for-2 on a message from my TV that “Southern Eel” is about to play “Illinois Street”.

An image of some text from a newspaper. It is in three columns. In the first two columns, the first line of a paragraph is the last line of text. The last one has a single word on the last line.

I know page design is handled at a hub and very quickly by people with too much to do, but this sort of thing still snags my brain when I look at a paper. Three stragglers at the bottom of three columns, and one of them is hyphenated.

I realize I’m to the point in my life where if I do anything really good I’m going to be held up as an inspirational example like “he did his first X at age Y: it’s never too late to do that thing you want to do”.

I’m sure I’m not the first to make this observation but tonight it occurred to me that walking to bed in a dark house with your phone flashlight is the modern-day equivalent of using a chamberstick.

Nameplate I traced out of an old Sanborn fire insurance map, then inked and colored. Turned out ok for a first try.