This is too good to be true. Yesterday I read Sebastiaan's write-up of how he graphically a link between two individuals who both liked the same thing on the internet, and how, by doing that, he could alert himself to things he might like.

Today I finally see, in my reader, an earlier post from Kicks Condor, in which he talks about surfacing other readers who have linked to things he has linked, and how that might help him to discover interesting things to read. That could even be the basis of a self-organising discovery engine.

Clearly, they ought to know about one another. Maybe this post of mine will trigger that.

Grav, the software that powers this website, has a nifty feature. It will automatically number things for you, which is handy to set the order of things on a page. It also allows you to change the order by just dragging the things around. But once you have more than 200 things, it gives up on that. Which is absolutely fine, don't get me wrong. But it isn't appropriate for a weblog.

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As someone who mostly dislikes other people who willy-nilly connect everything they put online to everywhere they put things online in a many-to-many idiopathic echo chamber, I ought to do a little less of that myself. Or at least be a little more mindful about what I am doing.

In some ways, this is just a continuation of the soul-searching that found an outlet in Putting my house in order: Phase 1. I achieved some of what I set out to do there, but not enough, and this latest bout of navel gazing was prompted by a silly exchange on micro.blog.

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John Naughton's latest column for The Observer is about online search, and how essentially broken it remains. He's not wrong. At least, not about that. But in his parting shots -- What I'm reading -- he links to a post by a Facebook executive and adds a comment about a crack from H.L. Mencken.

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Fine time, in part recovering from August and also on its own terms. A brief trip to Edinburgh that included one of the most memorable meals of my life. And on the home front, just enjoying the effect that a reasonably moist summer had on the terrace.

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