In the spirit of repairing things, I took apart C’s broken toy arch, cursing to myself as I pried open the stubborn end caps with a palette knife. The telltale cracking sound of glue gave way to reveal critical bits of broken plastic, which I’ve now mended.
One of Phil Gyford’s weeknotes last week really made me rethink my own discomfort with “performative whimsy”. I won’t quote it here as it is worth reading it in its entirety.
I use Homebrew Cask to install software and noticed that running
brew cask upgraderarely does anything. However, forcibly calling
upgradeon each installed Cask does:
$ brew cask list | xargs brew cask upgrade # or, if you're running bash/zsh: $ brew cask upgrade $(brew cask list)
This is because Homebrew Cask ignores applications that update themselves when upgrading but you can override this with
$ brew cask upgrade --greedy
An update on our ant situation: while washing the dishes, I spotted a sole ant going for some bait on our window sill. Within seconds, an entire procession appeared so I could finally trace back where they have been coming from.
I discovered they were coming from a broken bit of sealant around a kitchen window and promptly filled it up with more silicone. After checking outside and seeing that our wedding rose was doubling as an ant walkway, I returned to check on the window sill and what I saw next is not easily forgotten.
Previously unseen ants found their exit blocked and started crawling out through the imperceptible gap between the glass windowpane and its frame.
I find that thought particularly enjoyable to turn over in your mind just before bed.
It was E’s birthday and our first during the Coronavirus outbreak.
I decided to significantly complicate otherwise simple foods, e.g. instead of regular chips, I attempted Heston’s Triple Cooked chips, boiling and frying chipped potatoes the night before. While doing that, I was infusing white wine vinegar with tarragon and shallots for The Hawkmoor’s Stilton hollandaise, freeing time to simmer oranges for two hours in the morning while my sourdough bread baked in its Dutch oven.
Am I a Sous Vide Bro?
My new webcam arrived earlier than expected and we used it to host a birthday video conference in our living room. While I wasn’t sure how it would turn out (after all, people can’t have side conversations), it was surprisingly fun and it lifted E’s spirits to see friends in Aberdeen, Madrid and Dallas all in one place on an unusual birthday.