week 40 / 2024
Beached by fate but home at last, pouring out libations to the cackling gods of infrastructure... by Zeus, can it truly be WEEKNOTES? This week, "ready to go" gave way to "already gone".
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week 39 / 2024
Arse aching from long hours on international trains, eyes itchy from infantile interior design choices—gor blimey, guv, it's WEEKNOTES. This week, we've only gone and been in bloomin' London, innit?
week 38 / 2024
Head in the clouds and feet on the ground, realising that it's almost time to retire the sandals for another year—hoo, lordy, it's WEEKNOTES. This week, the uncounted is counted once more, and a very big book has a very big opinion of itself.
week 37 / 2024
Having flashbacks to rhinestone country compressed through the speakers of a first-generation Ford Fiesta—yep, it's WEEKNOTES. This week, many meetings have been had, and we find ourselves agreeing with *gasp* a quantitative analyst!
week 36 / 2024
Gingerly g**gling "relieve hip flexors sedentary work", blinking at the tiny-font AI garbage you get in response—yes, it's time once again for WEEKNOTES! This week, the undocumentation of some working hours is documented, and Andrew Dana Hudson sends solarpunk thoughts from a road-trip.
week 35 / 2024
Why do they call it "a cold" if a) you can get it in the summer, and b) it makes you feel hot and fevered? This week, things have been slow, for reasons of plague.
week 34 / 2024
Apparently adults don't get a sticker for visiting the dentist, even when they've not been for two decades? ANYWAY—this week, tales are constituting tellers, and patterns are undergoing recognition.