I've struggled with this one. I listened to a lot of Boom Bip in the early 2000s, but I never really got Doseone, especially the Collab that everyone raves about. Even recently, doseone was listed up there with Cannibal Ox, Kendrick and rakim as an all time top rapper and... I don't see it...

Oversized desert swans.

when it comes to mastering, nothing beats Chinese Democracy. Nothing. It's so epically not GNR that it makes you wonder what they were doing for 15 years

Lucky to have seen them live in the Jazz cafe only about a year before Gab died

TLDR; Conferences don't come magically out of thin air. It takes work and money.

I am reminded when a speaker who submitted to a local conference decided, while waiting to hear if the talk was accepted, that the best way to reply to the conference organisers desperately asking for sponsors was to tell everyone on a public Slack that they didn't believe in sponsoring conferences.

TIL that Lembit Öpik, the Cheeky Girls MP, was expelled from the Lib Dems for giving a speech to Conservatives on how to combat Lib Dems, then joined Reform UK which he defended by stating, "I go where the money is".

I went down a rabbit hole with this, and decided not to retrobrite it. I bloody love this keyboard though

The school holidays are over; it's time to go into fifth gear again. First up: Frankfurt, to speak about how wannabe tech influencers are taking away our humanity.

I am slowly getting accustomed to MS365, but there are some UX things that are crazy anti-user. This pops up on all my emails. I don't know what it is. I want to read my email. Why is policy showing. The 'i' doesn't show more info. I now don't know if it's US date or not. You can't get rid of it.

My rhododendrons give me more joy than shareholder value. But not when my cat pisses on them. That annoys me.

I am quietly cracking on and pretending it's not happening. Because nobody can do anything. Maybe ten years ago I wouldn't have said that, but the US has just shown everyone we're toast. I like gardening. I do that in my spare time.

I mean, maybe, to be bleak because I feel bleak right now: none of it matters. I wanted to be an actor and trained in theatre. AI CEO types on video who are all classic dystopian fucking weirdos are saying that's out the window too. They're going to reign over the ashes and blame everyone else

“There’s a new Mr. Beast book.” You bolt awake in your workshop in Mainz. It’s 1450. You’re Johannes Gutenberg, and you’ve changed your mind. The future cannot come to pass. Your printing press must burn.