Recursive Words

The life and times of a work-from-home software and web developer as he fights a house, four women, two cats, idiocy, apathy and procrastination on an almost daily basis.

Category: life

  • Cadiz

    We arrived in the Spanish port of Cadiz overnight – waking up to sunshine, and the sounds of the busy port around us. After a quick breakfast we set off on foot across the old part of the city – exploring endless narrow streets and squares along the way. The cathedral was spectacular – but…

  • The first formal night

    This afternoon you find me sitting in the “Crows Nest” once again – the lounge area overlooking the bow of the ship. According the numerous announcements throughout the day we’re nearing 900 nautical miles into the journey, averaging 20 knots – anticipating a little weather this evening, and arrive into Cadiz in the early hours.…

  • Life on Board

    We are currently traversing the “Bay of Biscay” – a legendarily treacherous body of water off the west coast of France that is moving the boat around a fair bit. I’ve already seen a couple of people stagger in the corridors – somewhat surprising given I can only just feel the boat moving. It turns…

  • Departure

    After a morning being put through the ringer by our eldest daughter (another story for another day), a taxi arrived at our house early yesterday afternoon – to transport us, and far more bags than you would ever expect – to the port at Southampton. Arriving at the terminal was perhaps the strangest part of…

  • Full Circle

    If you happen to find yourself wandering in the general direction of recursivewords.com while scrolling (you know – instead of getting on with whatever you should be doing), you might notice a few changes. I caved and moved the “mother blog” to WordPress – mostly in response to a Blogger robot banning my blog earlier…

  • Blocks, Bans, Beer and Departures

    It’s been a bit of a week. Quite apart from visiting the pub three times in three days (with friends, co-workers, and family), my brother blocked me on Facebook, the old-school incarnation of my blog got banned (temporarily) by Blogger, and we are of course in the thick of packing to go away for a…

  • Table for one

    The clock just ticked past 10:30 on Sunday morning. You find me perched at a small table in Wetherspoons, having just made a cooked breakfast disappear. I’m surrounded by families and groups of friends – coming and going – eating breakfasts, catching up with one another, and filling the pub with conversation and laughter. It’s…

  • Summoning Archimedes

    After finishing work this evening a thought occurred to me. A little thought. A little thought that burrowed a hole straight through the firewall that’s supposed to stop damn fool escapades before they start. “I wonder what it would take to bring the images across from the Substack blog, into the Blogger version, and make…

  • Backwards

    I spent an hour this afternoon tinkering with a blogroll – adding a page to my blog filled with names from the present and past – most of them still here, some of them not. I’m sure more names will come to mind over the days ahead. While digging through email, and through the wayback…

  • The one where I created a Horcrux

    My blog has existed at Substack for quite some time now – often as a side project of sorts – a foothold – while the “real” blog existed elsewhere. At some point – perhaps a couple of years ago now – while other platforms such as WordPress and Tumblr eroded away, Substack became a last…

  • The social internet is like the custard guns in Bugsy Malone

    I’m wondering about pulling my personal blog from Substack and landing it somewhere else. I don’t like – for a personal journal – that readers are bombarded with invitations to join, to subscribe, to follow, and to become yet another cog in the machine. I don’t like the continuous temptation to “play the game” –…

  • Growth Days

    Yesterday and today were blocked out as “growth days” on my calendar at work – we get a number of them per year, and if you don’t use them, you lose them. Having not used any of mine all year, I now have two per month pencilled in all the way through until Christmas. Of…