David Smit

Hmmm

Long way of saying: the new iOS update sucks, can’t turn off the messy AF glass crap.

I can’t wait for that phone to stop working so I can buy an EU alternative.

#eu #eutechcouldbegood

Software updates are brilliant really. They prevent the natural healing process where technology quietly finds its proper place in your life.. used only when genuinely needed.

Can’t monetize “working fine, haven’t thought about it in today.”

Sustainable is the enemy of engagement metrics.

Having a game with a lot of vegetation means readability gets quite tricky real fast.
So I’ve been on a ‘reductionist’ path to cleanup and clarify. Setting it up for more complex gameplay

#Indiedev #game #gamedev #art #techart #plant #whatamIdoing

Wow. Just wow.
Absolutely beautiful

Everytime someone mentions ice here, it takes me a second to figure out if they are Europeans living in ice-y conditions or Americans living in... ICE-y conditions.
#ice

Hello World

The benefit of everyone being on holiday, is that I get to endlessly play with our dynamic (and rather threatening) Overgrowth(tm) system.

#Indiedev #game #gamedev #art #techart #plant #whatamIdoing

Ginger power! (Apparently)

The final Calvin and Hobbes, which appeared in papers 30 years ago today.

Time to pack up and leave my own destruction on this beautiful island behind and contemplate if there isn’t a version that doesn’t requires me to sit on that flattened soufflé.

Tourism is the only industry that consumes its own product until there’s nothing left but a postcard of what used to be there.

It turns out that "culture" is a lot like a delicate soufflé: it looks lovely until ten thousand people sit on it to take a selfie.

Only to find each other, holding the same coffee cup, staring at a local culture that has been effectively turned into a caricature of its most postable aspects.

But we’re an intertwined ball of string. One "inspirational" post creates an avalanche. Thousands of us descend on a village to "find ourselves"

Everyone loves travel.
Travel is the one thing we’ve got left.

Or so the Instagram ads tell me between warnings about microplastics and the climate death of the planet.

#travel #crete #greece

Old school! That’s how I used to change Quake textures 😅

Ugh I am old.

Oh it’s really lovely! Weather is sunny, with still enough sun to require sun screen, but fresh air (my ideal). It’s not too packed with people, and the whole island is stunning.
If I’d make changes I would have spend less time in the towns and more in nature!

Shards of earth - A. Tchaikovsky

It’s a gripping read about planet-sized threat. It’s smart, it’s well written, and it’s a depressingly accurate depiction of how we would likely handle a looming apocalypse: by bickering about who’s fault is anyway, while the sky turns into a masterpiece

#BookSky

Chania is such a dramatic little town. Like my fashion sense, it’s not entirely sure what it wants to be.
Sunny? Cloudy? Old? New? Touristy? Local?

#greece #travel

I should have probably added photos? Because that seems to be the post thing to do?

Taking photos of food makes me feel queezy

Verdict: A highly successful spontaneous Christmas dinner. I left feeling heavy, slightly smoked, and only moderately guilty about the mileage of my food.

However, the dessert was so sweet and so persuasive that I ignored my biology entirely and ate the whole thing.

For dessert, after refusing one, I was inevitably presented with a semolina puree with cinnamon and nuts on the house. By this point, my stomach had already filed a formal protest and was beginning to look for the nearest exit.

This was the 1,001st way. It was tender, juicy, and spectacularly un-mediocre. The accompanying vegetables were a trifle salty. As if the chef had a brief, passionate argument with a salt shaker and lost. But they were still undeniably delicious. And in combination with the rest perfectly lovely.

The Main Event
The main course was a lamb shank. Now, it is a well-known fact across the planet that there are 1,001 ways to cook lamb, and approximately 1,000 of them result in something resembling a damp woolly jumper.

It forces you to decide exactly how many "shits" you are prepared to give about the logistics of your dinner. I opted for the local option, mostly to avoid being judged by a parsnip that had traveled more than I did to get to the table.

This presents a moral quandary. You find yourself staring at a dish, thinking, "Do I really want the 150km chicken? Am I prepared to live with the carbon footprint of a bird that has seen more of the countryside than I have this year?"

The Guilt of the Traveling Carrot
The menu operates on a system of radical transparency that is both admirable and deeply stressful. Next to every dish is a measurement of exactly how many kilometers the ingredients traveled to reach your face.

This was followed by bread and oil. The bread was soft, the oil was smooth, and the flavour was… thyme. In fact, everything tasted of thyme. I am reasonably certain that if I had bitten my own arm at that moment, it would have had a distinct, smokey herbal finish.