I set a crossword for Big Dave’s Crossword Blog: Rookie Corner – 312, a puzzle by Jaws. Here’s the accompanying blog post.
An extra for blog readers here: my setter name, Jaws, is made of initials of immediate family, and my whippets, Woody and Stanley.
Update: thank you, Rachel and Matt, for putting a video of their solve on YouTube, and not being at all rude about the shortcomings of my clues (of which there are many).
I’m anticontent on Word Feud, should you fancy a game of pseudoScrabble or a chat.
I wrote a quick thing about Larry Tesler, inventor of the cut/copy and paste computer commands with which anyone who does any sort of typing on a computer will no doubt be intimately acquainted. Sadly, Larry died last Sunday.
A week ago (ish) I was lucky enough to interview Janelle Shane, author of You Look Like a Thing and I Love You, a book about the fundamental weirdness of neural networks. And then I wrote about it.
Here’s some of the stuff I wrote for New Atlas in November:
- On a point of pedantry, yesterday I wrote a thing about why Tim Berners-Lee didn’t invent the internet. Spoiler: the internet had already been invented. He invented the web. Lurches into the history of technology which it now occurs to me I have a degree in and should probably write more about.
- I also got a bit annoyed with some of the coverage on a story on the potential of whales to fight climate change. The IMF reckon a great whale is worth about a thousand trees in terms of carbon storage, so obviously a number of outlets took that to mean that we should give up on trees and forests. So I wrote a thing calling that out a little a bit.
- I was quite pleased with a piece I wrote on old Aztec farming tradition that one researcher thinks could help feed highly populated cities – provided there’s a nearby lake, that is. Now that I think of it, technology history-meets-futurism sounds more interesting than just technology history as a furrow to plough. Thinking face.
- Finally, I shall say nothing about the curious case of the house with no knocker, because that’s the sort of piece it is. It did ****-all business, but I don’t care. More of this sort of thing – as much as I can get away with, anyway.