No ROOPHLOCH, and my October Gothic Just a general status update. I didn’t manage to do ROOPHLOCH this year. Partly, I was busy, but a bigger part is maybe just that I didn’t have anything new to do. Post from my phone, post from a modern but obsolete computer tethered to my phone, post in a park, post in a nature reserve. It just feels like I’ve done the easy levels, but the next level up is unreachable for me.
Gray Area responded to my Kobo post, pointing out, among other things, that you can actually save settings application-wide in KOReader, and not only for a particular book. That motivated me to give it another try, mainly for the sake of better font rendering, and hypenation (the lack of hyphenation in Nickel drives me batty).
So far, so good. I’ve got the defaults the way I want them now.
I mitigated the issue of Calibre making it hard to browse books in KOReader by configuring Calibre to not use subdirectories when sending books to the Kobo.
This little note is both a continuation of my ROOPHLOCH post, and a response to a pair of phlog entries: Ode to my Ebook Reader from Lambda Lab, and Bubbles and Baubles from Gray Area. Note: these are both on gopher; if your web browser does not support gopher, install the Overbite extension (Firefox or Chrome) or go to the Floodgap Gopher proxy and paste the URLs.
Like both phloggers, I have a Kobo e-reader.
I’m writing this blog outdoors, in accordance with the rules of Solderpunk’s ROOPHLOCH challenge. I’m also offline… there’s no Wifi here, and I have tethering turned off for my phone; I’ll turn it on for a minute when I’m done writing in order to publish it.
I’m sitting in a park or greenway that may or may not be closed to the public. This sign blocking the stairs to the boardwalk suggests that it is, but the corresponding wheelchair ramp isn’t blocked.
Since I’ve started reading gopher logs, I’ve noticed that a lot of people write very personal journals on their phlogs, where they are perhaps pseudonymous. I really want to write that kind of thing, but it wouldn’t work for me to have it on my blog or phlog. For one thing, my main online identities, like this blog, are tied to my public identity. And for another, I am a very private person.
I had an entirely remarkable cup of coffee this past weekend while I was on the road. It was a cheap cup of medium-roast that had been sitting in a Bunn-O-Matic at a highway-exit gas station for hours.
It tasted exactly like the coffee I drank with friends in high school, sitting in the smoking section of Shoneys and talking for hours. The taste immediately took me back over 25 years.
