Sarahtonin

@corleissen.com

Writer, technical and otherwise | 🏳️‍⚧️ | Champagne girl in a Cheez Whiz world If most of your scroll is re-skeets, I will not follow back, not even if I know you and love you well.

It is 1996. I am hand coding HTML for a class. It is 2006. I am hand coding HTML for a job handling legacy material. It is 2016. I am hand coding HTML as a workaround for limitations of newer markup languages. It is 2026. I am hand coding HTML because it is the best tool for the job.

I finished knitting the sweater that’s been my project for the past two months. I was between sizes so chose to go up, with the end result being a comfy, slouchy sweater.

A chest detail of a sweater i knitted. The main color is a salt and pepper wool, with contrasting bands in gradients of purple.I’m smiling because I’m happy at having knitting the sweater I’m wearing. The main color is a salt and pepper wool, with contrasting bands in gradients of purple.I added thumb holes into the cuffs so I can pull the sleeves down over my hands to help keep them warm.

Next up in my reading queue: Find Me, by André Aciman. I read it twice when it came out but haven't touched it since. I'm curious to see how it reads from a much different place in life.

I've been out of work for two months. I've interviewed and been passed over. I've applied to jobs thoughtfully and by volume, tapped my networks, and pumped my contacts. I've renewed certifications, gained new ones, and thrown myself head first into AI. Nothing. It's hard not to feel like a relic.

Fellow holders of Canada PR and US citizenship, where are we risk-wise on crossing the border into the US these days? Is it still OK if you enter via a method with pre-clearance? Is it just a flat no-go? I'm weighing whether to visit my family for US Thanksgiving and would appreciate good knowledge.

It is once again time to cherish this BlueSky feature: Settings > Moderation > Muted words & tags > <that name> + duration to not see <that name>

Went on a morning walk with my back-fence neighbour, picked up mail and gossip from the post office gal, flirted with the butcher, ate lunch at my local, waved hello and chatted with my downstairs neighbours while out and about. I love living in a village.

Summer Sons is one of the most unsettling books I've read in the past decade. I don't think I can say enough about how powerfully or how deeply it affected me. It's not perfect. The pacing bogs down in the middle, and you don't have to squint to see the bad guys coming a mile away. Read it anyway.

Lee Mandelo@leemandelo.bsky.social · last yr.

September’s here, and fall is the perfect season for reading spooky queer books… So why not pick up Summer Sons (southern gothic ft. gay codependency! grief! young men figuring out how to love each other! ghosts and cars and end-of-summer hot nights!)

Copies of Summer Sons and The Woods All Black resting atop a wood pile with little vines all around