Two months of onboarding have rushed by in a blink. The new job is absolutely wonderful: the people are great, the work is complex and important, and the office itself is perhaps the finest Iāve ever worked at. I joined this company because the challenges they have seemed interesting to me. Iām very pleased that, two months in, itās difficult to think that, at one point in time, these challenges werenāt also mine. (Continue)
January flew, flew by, I tell you. We started with āwow, 2023 already, letās have a chill time this year, hey whatās on Netflix?ā and at the time of writing everything is different:
Things are not chill, because weāre preparing ourselves, our lives, and our house for our first-ever puppy Both our work lives are unexpectedly bustling and busy We cancelled Netflix Iāve been saying for years that Iād be willing to pay 100 euros a month for a single, all-encompassing international streaming platform. (Continue)
More than any other time in my online life am I aware of the value of alt text. I make a point to write image descriptions whenever I can. Kind strangers with a variety of accessibility needs have been helping me understand how to best capture my interpretation of an image. Iāve come to regard alt text as the secret side bar I get to have with blind people and others who need it. (Continue)
After five years of learning, falling on my face, making friends, and getting to know the travel industry, the time has come for me to say goodbye to Airtrade. This year, the travel industry took a huge blow, with many of the small and big clients weāve acquired over the years in serious heavy water. Whatās more, five years is a good run, wouldnāt you say?
My next adventure is taking me even deeper into making tools for people at work, and I couldnāt be more thrilled. (Continue)
Iām not one to dwell on the negative, but let me just come right out and say it: I fucking hate summertime.
Like, āI hate Brussels sproutsā hate. āIād rather be eaten alive by a sharkā hate. Whatever you hate most, times 70. That kind of hate.
If I had a gun, summer wouldnāt live to tell the tale.
April showers bring May flowers, but in my world those flowers take the unpleasant shape of anxiety. (Continue)