These words we say. These walls we climb. These epitaphs that fall in line. These wildly wondering wandering ways. These cruel distortions sown to fray. These lies upon lies upon lies long cast. These truths lawed forsaken to whither our past. These indignations we shed to spare. These lacerations we score as care. These bartered teachings paved from the start. These words that ensure we all play our part.

© 2026 AnOublietteofThought. All rights reserved.

I was taught this recipe many years ago by a friend who supposedly got it in Texas, over the years I’ve made a number refinements and due to popular demand am now sharing it with everyone else who might enjoy a nice chili.

Before we start an important note is that this is not an exact recipe, you can tweak it as you go and adjust it to taste and still end up with a good chili.

Ingredients

• 1 large onion, chopped

• 1–2 pounds of ground beef, or your favourite protein, I also tried Beyond Meat and a friend tried tofu and they all worked out well,

• 2–3 litres of crushed tomatoes (3–4 medium size cans), I like to start with diced and puree them myself using an electric wand,

• same amount of your favourite beans, I tend to prefer kidney but it’s whatever you like, sometimes I use a mix, about 2 litres (4–5 medium sized cans), make sure to rinse these if they come in a can, I actually prefer to start with dried beans and rehydrate them,

• 1 can or bottle of beer, I prefer a dark beer of some kind, but any beer will do,

• spicy peppers, this one is tricky as there are a number of variations, I started with 6 jalapeños, and tried various combinations before landing on 2 habaneros as the prefect spicy pepper for this recipe, feel free to experiment, the recipe is very forgiving overall, note that 3 habaneros will probably make this “hurty” food ;),

• 2–3 tablespoons of bakers semi-sweet chocolate, a lot of people look at me funny when I mention chocolate but it’s probably one of the key ingredients right up there with the spicy peppers, it adds a nice colour and consistency to the chili and also pushes the heat to the “back” so it doesn’t punch you in the face with each mouthful,

• 3–5 tablespoons of chili powder, start slow and you can keep adding more to taste, depending on the freshness of your powder you may have to add more than 3–5 tablespoons, again add a little, test and either add more or leave it alone,

• 1–2 tablespoons of cumin,

• 1 tablespoon of salt or less to taste, take it easy as you can always add more,

Steps

• start by browning your beef or protein in a large pot with a bit of olive oil,

• add the onion, tomatoes, and beans, simmer for about 1.5 hours, cover your pot with a lid or screen making sure that water can escape, make sure to use low heat (I usually stick to 2–3 setting on my stove), the chili can burn easily, we’re in it for the long haul so no point in using high heat,

• time to add the peppers, wear gloves and make sure to not rub your eyes, I usually cut my peppers into large chunks then put them in a container with half the beer and puree or blend it, pour the mixture into your pot and stir,

• use the remaining beer to rinse your container and pour the rest into your pot as well, stir your nascent chili well, at this point and let simmer for about 45 minutes,

• time to add the chili powder, cumin, chocolate, and salt, I add them in 5–10 minute intervals stirring well in between,

• at this point all the ingredients are present and it’s a matter of simmering your chili for at least two more hours, at times I’ve gone longer with no ill effect but again you have to be careful not to burn the chili, the more you simmer it the more likely that some of it may stick to the bottom of the pot and burn a little bit,

• feel free to taste your chili as you go and adjust it as you see fit, biggest recurring issue I’ve had is that my chili powder was past it’s best-before date and I had to add more to give the chili a nice colour and chili-like taste profile.

Closing Notes

This chili recipe is very forgiving, if you have more or less of any ingredient than required that’s ok, it’ll still come out decent.

It will actually get better overnight, after a few hours of simmering you can take it off the heat and just leave it covered on the stove, it will be great with eggs next morning.

It freezes really well, definitely a meal you can package then freeze and enjoy later.

Happy chili!!

#chili #recipe #chilirecipe #habanero #jalapeno

As a father, I spend hours a week at playgrounds. For the first two years I shadowed my kiddo every step. Now I stand at the periphery. I stand a lot. I wait a lot. Many and most parents and caregivers pass the hours on their phones. I understand their urge. Busy the mind. Give me something to do.

Yet something occurred to me around the time my daughter began climbing and sliding on her own.

This can be time for indwelling, for silent presence, for being alone (monos) in contemplative love. That inner-shift reoriented everything for me. I went from a dad biding his time to a father dwelling in prayer.

Amidst shrieks, tears, rhymes and babble of all sorts I attune to heart. Then comes a shout, “Papa! Look!” I cross the playground to my upside-down daughter who asks, “What're you doing?”

There are footnotes on this broken bridge— legions of paralysis inkscaped from the droughts of servitude, like dismissive dilations dancing atop the dreary recalibrations of a cracked, yet tethered, dogma. I stoop and scoop in looping high. Head just shy of a mounted celebration. The hesitation is exuberant in its weariness— two steps forward (A race of wherewithal from the back.) I've gotten off track. What I'd give for time on a wrack, extending... There are footnotes on this broken bridge where crosses esteem my lope haunting.

© 2026 AnOublietteofThought. All rights reserved.

Lots of boring accounting and excel sheets today.

But made a little somethin' somethin' for my special lady, which brought me much joy:

#journal

When I was young, I thought writers sat at their favorite desk to write. On it, they had their typewriter or computer, along with messy sheets of paper and folders, and all their accessories. He or she would type uninterrupted for hours along with a cigarette in their mouth and a glass of their favorite poison on their desk.

As a stay-at-home dad with two boys I don’t have that luxury. I only have time to write within the calm moments between the chaos. I’m a field writer. What was interesting was I already learned and applied the lessons when I worked surveillance as a private investigator.

Maybe you’re a busy person who’s having trouble writing and finishing whatever manuscript you’re working on. So I’m writing a short ebook on how you can flourish and get things done while writing in the field. Once I finish it will be published on my Gumroad page and I’ll let you know.

Keep in mind, I’m also working on the new sci-fi series I posted about previously. Stay tuned!

#writing #ebook #fieldwriting #Gumroad

Hey I’m on the train again, inside the train on my way home, yeah?

I have been conferencing today, breathing stale air. There’s a glimpse of what I may have been ended up doing if I’d taken another fork in the road, presales, project planning. I’m glad of this day, and glad I’m more of a technical expert, lurking in the shadows

Of course my head hurts from this bright exposure

It was nice

Of course it was

And yet as I entered into the heavy rain outside I felt refreshed and invigorated

I love the rain

I want to feel something, you know?

In this train in this rain I’m listening to the Waterboys “Red Army blues”; a cautionary tale about a WWII soldier defeating the Germans and being rewarded for his efforts with a single ticket to Gulag

And I’m thinking that it could be worse,

But that’s always the case, unless you’re the guy in the song,

Prepared to give his life to Soviet Russia, having it betray him, now all he has left is the brute will to survive.

Ironic

Now it’s more of a gothic song in my ears it’s very cool to Seelenschmerz

Glaubst du noch an meine Lügen?

Do you still believe in my lies?

Heavy stuff

I love this life!

Ich trage fast jeden Tag eine mechanische Armbanduhr. Das ist, nüchtern betrachtet, keine besonders vernünftige Entscheidung mehr. Mein Smartphone zeigt die Zeit genauer an, mein Computer ebenfalls, und selbst innerhalb der Welt der Armbanduhren wäre eine einfache Quarzuhr punkto Genauigkeit technisch überlegen. Meine mechanische Uhr schafft es sogar, jeden Monat einige Minuten von der objektiven Zeit abzuweichen – ein Feature, das mein Smartphone erstaunlicherweise nicht bietet. Trotzdem trage ich sie. Nicht trotz ihrer Überholtheit, sondern gerade deshalb.

Ähnlich geht es mir beim Schreiben. Ich schreibe viel von Hand und benutze dafür ausdrücklich einen Füllfederhalter. Auch hier ist es schwierig, mit Effizienz zu argumentieren. Eine Tastatur ist schneller, ein Kugelschreiber unkomplizierter, Spracheingabe inzwischen erstaunlich brauchbar. Dennoch gibt es Situationen, in denen ich lieber Papier vor mir habe, die Feder über die Seite führe und Gedanken in einem Tempo festhalte, das deutlich unter meiner Tippgeschwindigkeit liegt.

Man könnte solche Vorlieben vorschnell unter #Nostalgie verbuchen. Das liegt nahe, denn unsere Gegenwart ist reich an Retro-Ästhetik, Reissues, Vintage-Looks und Wiederbelebungen vergangener Formen. Agnes Arnold-Forster zeigt in ihrer Geschichte der Nostalgie, dass die Vorstellung einer verlorenen besseren Vergangenheit keineswegs erst mit dem digitalen Zeitalter entstanden ist. Gerade Zeiten raschen gesellschaftlichen und technologischen Wandels bieten dafür einen fruchtbaren Boden [1].

Nur trifft diese Beschreibung meine Haltung nicht besonders gut.

Eine nostalgische Position würde ungefähr lauten: Früher waren die Dinge besser, also möchte ich etwas von dieser verlorenen Welt bewahren oder zurückholen. Meine Haltung funktioniert aber anders. Ich weiss, dass es heute effizientere, bequemere und technisch überlegene Alternativen gibt. Gerade deshalb kann ich frei entscheiden, wann ich sie benutze und wann nicht. Das ist für mich keine Rückwärtsbewegung, sondern eine bewusste Selektionsentscheidung innerhalb der Moderne.

Der eigentliche Unterschied liegt nicht in den Dingen selbst, sondern darin, wie Vergangenheit und Gegenwart zueinander ins Verhältnis gesetzt werden. Nostalgie erzählt eine Verlustgeschichte. Mich interessiert eher ein Modell der Koexistenz. Das Smartphone macht die mechanische Uhr überflüssig, aber nicht bedeutungslos. Die Tastatur ersetzt Handschrift in vielen Situationen, ohne dass damit das Schreiben von Hand verschwinden muss.

Der Polaroid-Filter in der Kamera-App, der eine vergangene Ästhetik simuliert, ist etwas anderes als mit einem Füllfederhalter tatsächlich von Hand zu schreiben. Das eine zitiert Vergangenheit, das andere erhält eine Praxis als gegenwärtige Option.

Sobald eine Praxis funktional überflüssig wird, kann sie symbolisch interessanter werden. Genau dafür liefert auch die Konsumforschung einen passenden Hintergrund. Russell Belk hat beschrieben, wie Besitztümer Teil unseres Selbstbilds werden können [2]. Andere Arbeiten zeigen, dass einzelne Gegenstände sich mit Biografie, Rollen und Erinnerungen verbinden [3]. Meine Uhr ist dann nicht mehr bloss ein Instrument zur Zeitmessung, sondern wird zu einem vertrauten Bestandteil des eigenen Alltags.

Solche Dinge erzählen allerdings nicht nur uns selbst etwas über uns. Sie senden auch nach aussen Signale. Forschung zu subtilen Konsumsignalen zeigt, dass Produkte Zugehörigkeit, Wissen und soziale Distinktion vermitteln können, gerade wenn ihre Bedeutung nicht für alle gleich offensichtlich ist [4]. Das ist interessant, aber für meine Frage nur die halbe Geschichte.

Mich interessiert vor allem die Bewegung nach innen. Ich würde sie innere Distinktion nennen: die Fähigkeit, zwischen dem zu unterscheiden, was technisch möglich, gesellschaftlich üblich oder maximal effizient ist, und dem, was ich selbst für eine bestimmte Situation wählen möchte.

Damit ist nicht gemeint, das Umständliche zum moralisch Besseren zu erklären. Ich schreibe diesen Text selbstverständlich am Computer. Ich möchte nur selbst entscheiden können, welche Technik für welche Tätigkeit den Ton angibt. Gerade dieses „nicht müssen, aber können“ verändert den Charakter der Entscheidung.

Innere Distinktion wäre dann keine Flucht vor der Gegenwart, sondern eine Form von Selbstbestimmung innerhalb ihrer Möglichkeiten. Ich kann die bequemste, schnellste oder neueste Option wählen, aber ich bin ihr nicht automatisch verpflichtet. Fortschritt erweitert den Möglichkeitsraum. Er muss ihn nicht verengen.

Auch bei Kleidung lässt sich etwas davon beobachten. Der Hoodie ist ein schönes Beispiel dafür, wie schnell aus einer Geste der Nonkonformität eine Uniform werden kann. Was in Teilen der Tech- und Wissenswelt einmal als Bruch mit der alten Businesskleidung galt, ist vielerorts selbst zur Konvention geworden. Gleichzeitig sehe ich bei manchen Menschen wieder häufiger Hemden, Strick, Wollhosen oder Lederschuhe. Ob daraus ein breiter Trend wird, ist für meinen Punkt gar nicht entscheidend. Interessant ist, dass sich mit jeder neuen Norm auch das Potenzial zur Distinktion verschiebt. Der sogenannte „Red Sneakers Effect“ passt dazu: Bewusste Abweichung von Kleidungsnormen kann unter bestimmten Bedingungen sogar Kompetenz und Status signalisieren, wenn sie als absichtlich wahrgenommen wird [5].

Damit komme ich wieder zu meiner mechanischen Uhr zurück. Sie hat den Kampf gegen das Smartphone als Zeitmesser längst verloren. Darum zeigt sie uns heute deutlicher, wozu wir Dinge sonst noch brauchen.

Meine mechanische Uhr ist ungenauer als mein Smartphone, mein Füllfederhalter schreibt langsamer als meine Tastatur, und ein Paar Lederschuhe wird den Sneaker in Sachen Bequemlichkeit kaum schlagen [6]. Das ist kein Argument gegen moderne Technik. Im Gegenteil: Erst weil ich auf sie jederzeit zurückgreifen kann, werden die älteren Möglichkeiten zu echten Entscheidungen. Ein Teil moderner Freiheit besteht genau darin, nicht zurückzumüssen, aber zu können. Bewusst und mit Stil.

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Quellen & Anmerkungen [1] A. Arnold-Forster, Nostalgia: A History of a Dangerous Emotion. London: Picador, 2024.

[2] R. W. Belk, “Possessions and the Extended Self”, Journal of Consumer Research, Bd. 15, Nr. 2, S. 139–168, 1988. [Online]. Verfügbar unter: https://doi.org/10.1086/209154

[3] S. S. Kleine, R. E. Kleine III und C. T. Allen, “How Is a Possession “Me” or “Not Me”? Characterizing Types and an Antecedent of Material Possession Attachment”, Journal of Consumer Research, Bd. 22, Nr. 3, S. 327–343, 1995. [Online]. Verfügbar unter: https://doi.org/10.1086/209454

[4] J. Berger und M. Ward, “Subtle Signals of Inconspicuous Consumption”, Journal of Consumer Research, Bd. 37, Nr. 4, S. 555–569, 2010. [Online]. Verfügbar unter: https://doi.org/10.1086/655445

[5] S. Bellezza, F. Gino und A. Keinan, “The Red Sneakers Effect: Inferring Status and Competence from Signals of Nonconformity”, Journal of Consumer Research, Bd. 41, Nr. 1, S. 35–54, 2014. [Online]. Verfügbar unter: https://doi.org/10.1086/674870

[6] Dem möchte ich aus subjektiver Erfahrung widersprechen: Wer dies behauptet, kauft schlicht die falschen Schuhe – oder kennt seine richtige Schuhgrösse nicht.

Bildquelle Eugenio Zampighi (1859–1944): La montre, Privatbesitz, Public Domain.

Disclaimer Teile dieses Texts wurden mit Deepl Write (Korrektorat und Lektorat) überarbeitet. Für die Recherche in den erwähnten Werken/Quellen und in meinen Notizen wurde NotebookLM von Google verwendet. Für das Erstellen der Infografik wurde ChatGPT benutzt.

Topic #Selbstbetrachtungen | #Maschinenwelten

Wednesday's MLB game of choice once again has the Washington Nationals playing my Texas Rangers. This is the second game of a 3-game series between these two teams and is scheduled to start at 7:05 PM CDT. As I usually do I'll follow the game's scores and stats in real time via MLB's Gameday Service where we can also find links to the radio-call of the game provided by announcers of either team we choose.

The Rangers won the first game of this series, played last night, by a score of 5 to 0. Interestingly, this was the score in the fifth inning when I had to leave the game and put myself to bed. Hoping for another Rangers victory tonight.

And the adventure continues.

A DAW sounds fine, so…

If you think the sound is why folks like me prefer analog music-making, you’d be less than half right. While I do love the tones that come easily on my console, I can get close in a computer. It takes a different approach, takes me a little longer, but I get sounds I like listening to out of a DAW.

The reason analog is still king is because it is still a hobby. I don’t know what making music in a DAW is most the time. It is something akin to masturbating then showing off results. Sure work gets done in a DAW, but a lot of the “work” I hear is syncing menu items to BPMs and playing with effects. That’s wholly different than pounding a song out on an instrument. When it is just me and a guitar, there’s no menus. There’s no BPMs. There’s no mix. There’s my brain and there’s my hands. It is simply a more fun way to spend my time. And that is the deal with analog.

But what about the time making it? Isn’t that supposed to be enjoyable?

Folks I know who dig analog too have time they devote to music-making and enjoying that time is more important than enjoying the rewards of the music. The time to make the music is a reward in itself. Why spend that on a computer?

• sidenote-The demo lesson

I try (these days) to make nice demo packages for collaborators. I didn’t always. The reason is I want to be a good part in the day of these nice folks helping me out on a song. I want them to enjoy tracking and thinking of parts. I want good memories. I want them to want to play along. When I tossed crap over, I often got crap back. It’s different today. It’s not because of my ears. It’s because I am trying to have fun doing this stuff.

Let us count the ways. 1.

Analog is more fun to use in several ways, not just one way. First? No updates. I have devoted entire segments of my life learning software for production only for it to change key features or get bought and boom, my workflow has to change. My process should not be so dependent on software just for this alone. I don’t get better at things if they always change the rules.

2.

A screen stimulates. You may not notice. But, as someone who has cut out screens except to write a blog entry and watch the BBC occasionally, I can tell you, I am more calm than I can ever remember being. What this tells me is I’m “getting off” doing DAW work. It is feeding me stuff, it ain’t just music. The thing is, I like my mind better without the effect of screens all day on it. I want to like myself. So analog is an easy choice there.

3.

Analog has a few technical perks over computer DAW’s. My favorite now, because I am on a big project is “set it and forget it.” If me or a client wants all the songs to sound the same, cohesive, like they were all made together with a lot of the same thoughts in mind, it’s very easy. Sure, it is possible and probably done on the daily in the world on computers. But I have been using DAW’s since Cool Edit Pro 2.0 a long time ago, (2002?), and that one function has never been so easy as it is with the Tascam recorder. I just leave the knobs. Next.

4.

Software companies suck. I know that’s a general and broad statement. But, years of dealing with them have taught me, I can’t even trust this blog site I am using until we push and pull a little to test malleability. The culture of software is grimy and gross. They have no respect for folks’ time and their job is to save just that. They reboot or update software that takes years to learn, they get bought, change the feel, change the goals. They might take on new features and functions that detract from their primary purpose, or at least, purpose for you. And now, they harvest. They know everything you like. They can even track your eye movements on your phone to know what your eyes do while scrolling, looking at porn. They suck. A huge satisfaction for analog work for me is not giving them the pleasure.

5.

The main reason I am converting every studio function to analog as I can is really because my hands. It is good for them. I have Tardive Dyskinesia and I get relieved whenever I can do something I intend to do with my fingers, my hands. I like to type, one reason is this. I like faders, buttons, knobs, precise movements that have direct effect on the monitors. It makes me feel solid. I don’t get “solid” vibes with a mouse. It hovers in the general area, not precise like an actual fader or knob at my fingers. Precise is a good word because computer mixing often requires selecting from menus. That feels more like “getting lucky” when I stumble on things. That’s fine if you want that. But I prefer to dial things in the way I intend from the beginning. I am working towards that.

Like everything, it’s a process.

I got a console, Tascam Model 24. It sounds fabulous. Preamps on every channel. The sound hardly needs anything if it sounded good in tracking. Very different from an interface to computer. I rarely got good sounds through the Focusrite that didn’t take a good deal of messing with. Another reason I like analog recording is less computer work. There’s a whole shift I don’t have to do at the computer desk by going in the Tascam. It sounds fine already. So, one less thing.

I am not fully analog yet. But I am getting there. It’s not cheap, sadly. It takes saving, in my tax bracket. But, music. I am used to that.

How I’d get started today in analog.

If you ever want to try analog recording, I would start small. Or borrow. You may be hooked on the computer way of doing things and I’d feel bad encouraging you to spend money on something you can’t use. Analog will make you work how it needs to work. Some folks don’t like that. I do, less on my brain. The good thing is starting small is totally possible. Ever heard of a 4 track? Or even, an 8 track? Those can be very reasonable. Zoom makes great digital/analog style recorders. I still have my 16 track from “back in the day” and it works great. The sound is very pleasant. I like Zoom recorders because they have very few proprietary buttons, terms, actions. So if you know music, you can probably figure out their stuff pretty quick. No learning curve on new gear is like mana from the gods. Software companies do not reward you in this way, hardly ever.

It never ends, (that’s fine).

I am on the market now for outboard gear. I am looking at various options for compression. I use Opto and FET compression a lot in computer mixing. This is fun for me. One less thing for the computer to do, coming soon.

Kelly Kintner, Editor

The Horse’s Mouth Magazine

• Bryan Johnson on eliminating death in an interview for the Interesting Times podcast. The irony is that it is so obviously a terrible way to live. But Ross Douthat really is an exceptional interviewer.

• Matisse Teriade Correspondance 1930-1954.

• Shelfies #100: Jared Shurin – The sight of Jared's identical and perfectly shelved journals brings me so much inner peace and seething jealousy.

Random thought: The whole simulation theory thing that seems to be increasingly trendy these days actually isn't at all at odds with any of the traditional religious beliefs of old, the ones that imagined god as an anthropomorphized king on a throne in the clouds. Because simulation theory by definition implies the entire universe being created by someone somewhere. The anthropomorphized king in this case being a computer programmer. The throne: an ergonomic chair. Which, if you think about it, just so happens to be this decade's flavor of king.

#radar #journal

What does it mean to be not woke? To embrace the myriad of appalling attributes of the blissfully ignorant, and view them as strengths. Oppose, and view as weakness, all of the things that could bring humanity to a brighter future, like wisdom, common sense, empathy, acceptance, generosity, logic, education, science, etc..

Judge and hate people for things like the color of their skin, their gender, where they were born, or for anything else social media told you to hate and judge.

Even when presented with solid evidence; deny that more of an iceberg exists beneath the surface than what can be seen. Life is all black or white with no in between. Cancel critical thinking. Don't listen. Don't read. Ignore, hide, or change the data.

Measure success by how much power and The Dollar Almighty a person has taken. If you haven't achieved this (false) success for yourself, admire those who have, and elect them as leaders. Let them decide who should have, and who should have not (if you're not a billionaire it won't be you that they think should have). Don't care about how much pain and suffering their leadership causes.

Tomorrow I am going on a dating game show! How excited and I think it’s gonna be a fun time and my friends are gonna be there so it will be a lot of laughs one way or another. I just wanted to mention that.

I played tennis today with friends, the first time in a long time, and unfortunately, my tennis elbow came back in a very big way. It got so bad to the point where I had to sit down because it hurt too much to hold a racket, and I found in my bag a compression thing for that reason, and I almost couldn’t fit it over my forearm. I have been training my forearms a lot recently, and they are something that I get a lot of compliments towards, but at the same time is something where I look at them and I feel like I see them so small. I think it’s one of those things where it looks nice nice and vascular, and compared to the rest of my frame, it looks good or at least OK, but compared to my mental image of a random American dad, I am still a boy. And I guess all the considered I still am young. But when I tried putting that wrap on it somewhat short circuit, my brain and circumvented that dysmorphia, and I realized this circumference of them. It is a little bit sad how all the jokes about the Gym being a gateway to body dysmorphia have merit to them. But at the end of the day in the worst case, it is still OK if I am happy with myself for potentially delusional reasons, because other people view me the same.

 1941. La France métropolitaine avait perdu la guerre. Les Japonais commençaient à occuper l’Indochine. Mauvais moment assurément. Ils n’étaient pas drôles, les Japonais. En urgence, toute la famille, beaux-parents, enfants, gendre et même domestique s’embarqua sur un navire pour la France. Destination finale : Nantes, où la famille de mon grand-père possédait des biens et un logement disponible assez vaste pour abriter toute la tribu. Très vite, la cadette se trouva un prétendant, décidément on se mariait vite dans ma famille, qui l’aurait bien emportée vers Paris s’il n’y avait pas eu tant d’Allemands dans les rues. D’ailleurs, les deux gendres ayant bientôt des inquiétudes sur la nécessité de se plier aux obligations du STO, les deux couples se cachèrent quelque temps à la campagne. C’est là que fut conçue ma sœur. Éloignée la menace, le couple aîné repartit vers Nantes et un habitat plus confortable.

Nantes, 1943. Ma sœur avait quatre mois dans son landau, sa mère courait sous les bombes se mettre à l’abri dans la cave de la maison familiale. Le B17 dont on put suivre la trace dans les ruines largua sa toute dernière bombe de l’autre côté de la rue, écrasant à ras de terre la dernière maison du pâté, enterrant du même coup tous ses habitants. Miraculeusement l’immeuble familial fut épargné. Si souvent on m’a raconté cet épisode, je le connais comme si je l’avais vécu.

12 août 1944, Nantes est libérée de l’occupation allemande. On respire. On comptabilise les dégâts. Miraculeusement les biens familiaux n’ont pas souffert des bombardements, mais les affaires ont pâti grandement des évènements. Celui qui sera mon grand-père s’active à redresser les bilans et relancer les activités. Ce fut un peu lent. La guerre cependant continuait, le Japon venait de s’emparer purement et simplement de l’Indochine en mars 1945, jusqu’en août.

#nguolai

I have been enjoying watching @ninakalinina switch her primary workstation from MacOS to NetBSD. The various issues she’s hitting really remind me of the early days of Linux, and the (fun) frustration that comes with getting everything up and running. So, I decided to give it a shot, for fun. Unfortunately NetBSD has zero support for the wireless driver of the laptop I want to run (iwx), but OpenBSD did, so let’s see how it goes…

I dd’d the 7.9 install image to a USB key and booted. Going through the setup, it offered to let me set up wifi, but I didn’t have the firmware needed (and I couldn’t go online to let fw_update do its work), so I had to install from from the on-usb install media, then make a new usb key of vfat (not exfat) type, copy the firmware I needed from