Digital Apocrypha

I’ve been using Claude Code on a personal coding project these last few weeks, and I’m increasingly impressed. And also increasingly concered for my craft, and my livelihood. The sheer relentless accomplishment of the thing astonishes me. And that it doesn’t even seem to mind writing unit tests. And that even a difficult problem domain — cryptography in this case — doesn’t seem to deter it or slow it down. All this from layers on layers on matrix multiplication on the collected knowledge of…

Last night, here on this island, the clouds were thin and stretched-out, and seemingly racing eastward like they were fleeing from the darkness. The sky went through shades of blue to black, and when darkness came it was starless. The storm blew-in during the night and I realised only then that the.wind-blown clouds had been a warning. I sheltered behind a dry stone wall, under the rotted-out shell of some kind of skiff that I had dragged down from the dunes. The rain hammered the boat all…

Nick Cave on the worst thing about becoming a really old rockstar. Which, it turns out, is just one variation on the worst thing about anything that goes on a while. Nicely written though.

Sitting in a suburban cafe in the afternoon of this last drawn-out day of the extra-long weekend. A couple of books and a map from Oxfam on the table. Earl Grey in a fat purple-brown pot. The map is older than I am, wheras I am exactly the same age, and many of the customers … Continue reading "Wartime Rationing"

Let me fallin love one last time, I beg them.Teach me mortality, frighten meinto the present. Help me to findthe heft of these days. That the nightswill be full enough and my heart feral. From I Imagine the Gods by Jack Gilbert. That we could, amid all this distraction and distress, find that heft.