Five goldfinches singing in the gloom this afternoon.
Status:
I somehow managed to marry a person who cannot stand dried fruit in any form, including fruit cake, mince pies and Xmas pudding. Yes, I know. It’s fucked up. And so around this time of year, because I don’t do the meal planning (for both our benefits), I have to make a concerted effort to get my black gold deserts in, and then remember to eat them.
A little microwavable pudding from Aldi has been lurking in the cupboard for a couple of years, maybe longer, with an expiry of January 2026. And while it would probably be good for a while after that I was determined to see it eaten this season.
Tonight I ate it. It was glorious.
Overnight listening:
Music:
Reading:
- Just Two Things: Futures | Geopolitics - a nice chunky read to end the year from Andrew Curry. The stuff on futures make me think there’s a definite overlap with magic and spell casting. (I mean that in a constructive way.)
- Why Japan’s internet looks weird — unless you live here (archive) - I find the maximalist approach to Japanese design both hugely exciting and terrifyingly overwhelming. I want to both swim in it and hide away in a dark corner.
Watching:
- Pincers Restoration
- Underneath a Breaching Humpback Whale
- Simone Giertz’s emotional rollercoaster necklace