You know how 'they' say you should write out the stuff in your head, making sure to use pen and paper because that's the only 'real' way. Then throw the paper away.

Well, I've discovered a better way.

I record my voice to a file, then transcribe it with Aiko, then read and erase it. Much easier, quicker and more effective. Full voice effects! I can say what I really want to say without the whole written word thing getting in the way. 🌋

I'm feeling very empowered.

Since 07 November 2023 we've had roughly 480mm rain, which has added about 31,000 litres to the water tank.

Nevertheless, the tank that was almost full on that date was approaching empty yesterday, some 37 weeks later, so today the tanker delivered 12,000 litres. 💦💦

Aquagold water supply tanker at the gate.
Water rushes into the tank.

A free Mac app idea for some clever coder — I type (or paste) in a bunch of text. Now delete it all with a splendid animation of it going up in flames. 🔥

Later versions could delete it with a huge explosion, fireworks, punchy monster or some other satisfying method. (I'm privately ranty today.)

I find I'm quite taken with Sister Agnes, having just finished Thou Shalt Not Bear False Witness (Sister Agnes Mysteries Book 2) by Alison Joseph. 📚

Sister Agnes is less than pleased with her latest assignment. Teaching French in a remote little convent school, out on the windswept Yorkshire moors. Homesick for London, she struggles to fit in from the moment she arrives.

Book cover: Thou Shalt Not Bear False Witness.

In good news today, Deb and I both went to the gym where I did mainly stretches, along with some lat pulldowns and rowing on the machine.

This afternoon was gorgeous: sunny, still and warm so we both went for a bike ride round the village. 🚴🏼‍♀️🚴🏼‍♀️

A skill I have is to make a rule to archive unread emails that I don't want. [update 21-Jul-2025: I've deleted the rest of the original post as seeing it reminds me of unpleasant times]

Sigh. I will need to write approximately 1 million pages whose sole destiny will be to feed a bonfire before I'm able to craft an acceptable reply to an email I received before dawn today. 🔥

Another in a series I enjoy — Road to Harm (Detective Fran Harman Mysteries Book 6) by Judith Cutler. 📚

Now Fran and Mark are retired they lack the authority and resources of being Police officers. That doesn't stop them investigating successfully though, in spite of attempts to thwart them.

Book cover: Road to Harm.

Seems to me the problem is more one of using a single platform. As with farming, monoculture: risky; diversity: resilient. CrowdStrike glitch: What caused the global cyber outage?:

governments and businesses alike have become increasingly dependent on a handful of interconnected technology companies over the past two decades.

Experts say the cyber outage revealed the risks of an increasingly online world.

Hooray for Time Machine. In an idiot move I deleted an Audio Hijack 'Session' instead of a recording.

I found the sessions file at '/Users/miraz/Library/Application\ Support/Audio\ Hijack\ 4/Sessions.plist' and restored an older copy.

Sorted!

Turns out the session was simple …

The session shows the Safari application sends an MP3 file to disk and plays the sound on my Mac.

It was probably someone on Micro.Blog who put me on to the Reasons to be Cheerful news website. It does cheer me every morning, with articles like this — A Vibrant Local Food System Grows in Colorado:

GoFarm is working to make affordable healthy food more accessible while training the next generation of farmers.

Give the site a try.

I enjoyed No Harm, No Foul (Detective Fran Harman Mysteries Book 5) by Judith Cutler. 📚

Fran and the team find themselves overloaded with work as they carry out two separate investigations.

One missing child. Twenty skeletons, walled up in a derelict building.

Book cover: No Harm No Foul.

I must say that Radio NZ specialise in "dicey" headlines:

Screenshot of headline that reads: Rarest whale in the world found by Dunedin man sat on couch, having a cup of tea.

I'd love to see a whale having a cuppa. 😆

Today I had brunch with my friend J at Ōtaki then we drove around 12 Km southeast to where the road to Ōtaki Forks is closed on account of a slip about 4 years ago.

I've never been to that area before, and it's gorgeous. We walked a couple of kilometres then turned round.

Ōtaki Forks walk, road closed barrier and signage. Lush green hills behind.
Steps with a rope hold cross the slip. Lush green hills behind.
Lush green hills with a small river flowing through the valley below.

It's been just the weather for the basket fungus, Ileodictyon cibarium, to appear — warmer the last couple of days, and damp with a few millimetres of rain.

Basket fungus.

Aaand, the power came back 2 minutes after my previous post. A total outage of about 1.25 hours.

Hmmm, the power went off just before 6 pm and may come back on in a couple of hours, if we're lucky. Fortunately I'd already eaten dinner.

The new Portable Power Station is getting its first workout: charging a phone, watch and laptop. I hadn't expected it to be noisy — there's a fan running (or something).

On the beach this morning: a (seeming giant) Spur-winged Plover next to a (truly small) Black-fronted Dotterel. 🐦

On the left a tiny dotterel, next to a much larger spur-winged plover.

Plover: Length: 38 cm; Weight: 350 - 370 grams

Dotterel: Length: 16 - 18 cm; Weight: 30 - 35 grams

I enjoyed Thou Shalt Not Kill (Sister Agnes Mysteries Book 1) by Alison Joseph. 📚

It strikes me that this series would probably work well on Acorn TV.

Sister Agnes Bourdillon … belongs to an open Order in gritty Central London. … [but she] feels torn between her instincts and her faith. Obedience to her Order is what she signed up for. But it doesn’t come easy. Especially when there’s a twisty mystery to be solved.

Book cover: Thou Shalt Not Kill.

At first I wondered why the street we were walking down in Palmerston North the other day had stencils like this on all the parking spaces.

Stencil of George Gershwin on a street.

Then I realised they were all "Georges": Gershwin, Prince George, etc.

Aha: George Street!

Whimsical and clever.