Josh (the blog)

I’ve delivered simple, clear and easy-to-use services for 20 years, for startups, scaleups and government. I write about the nerdy bits here.


@joahua

One true what?

Let me take this opportunity to remark that I’ve never seen One True Layout working satisfactorily apart from the instance wherein it was originally demonstrated. It is singularly the most frustrating, impotent, over-rated, and deceptively-named CSS technique ever published. No offense.

I am not Virginia Woolf

And was contemplating writing variously about potential reasons why, but then decided that I couldn’t be bothered and didn’t know enough about her anyway. That said, I still don’t think I’m Virginia Woolf (if only on account of my being male, decidedly straight, and opposed in some way or another to the influence of feminism upon society, even recognising Woolf’s own objection to that term).

Vodafone 123

Awesome service, but I just checked out how much it cost me. Was on the phone whilst away for two minutes and nine seconds, and it cost a little over $12. Ouch.

Orient Point photos

Here’s the good stuff. Or at least the condensed photo-narrative version of events as told by my camera. For a more full version of things head over to my Orient Point Flickr photoset.

































Inadvertant nostalgia

I was doing really well trying not to think about any time other than now/future, until someone asked for something (past) to be changed. Which of course meant observing other things from the past, which of course meant remembering everything associated with those times. It’s just a slip in sentiment, that’s all. Don’t over-analyse the word ‘nostalgia’, its etymologies, popular culture allusions (in an inverse aetiological sense, meaning I thought of it first and then discovered similar foundations elsewhere), and all possible meanings (I can think of only two) in its usage. Anyway, it was entirely accidental. It’s not as though I stood there throwing taunts at some maddened, blind cyclops, revealing identities boastfully as the impious brute runs crying to its father. No: convenient mythological explanations for any of this are decidedly thin on the ground.