Noah Grey

“When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have been tyrants and murderers and for a time they seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall... think of it, always.” - Gandhi

I had a painful fight with a loved one that got very bitter but ended with healing. Reaffirming to both of us that we're *able* to handle times where we need to spill our broken hearts to each other... *and* that we're able to love our hearts back together stronger than ever in the end.

"Antifa" is short for "anti-fascist": something I grew up believing all Americans are *supposed* to be. I was fed lies & omissions in history, but I hold THAT to be true.

As a mostly-lifelong Texan, my heart's w/ everyone marching at our capitol & around the US. Love, power, & #NoKings now or ever.

<sneaks in quietly to join in the hug pile> 🫂

"Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you've got a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies: God damn it, you've got to be kind." — Kurt Vonnegut

I *want* to be okay. And I want *you* to be okay. I want okayness for *everybody*. And I'll keep saying that to myself until the universe gives in and is like, "fine, after everything y'all have been through lately, I owe you all one".

Heh, IIRC I tried to make the quotes as easily customizable as everything else, though I don't know how many others bothered to. (I assumed at the time that GM could *only* possibly be of interest to fellow hardcore geeks like me interested in tweaking every last detail.)

"Train Tracks, Sandymount, Ireland", by Noah Grey. A high-contrast B&W photograph looking down train tracks in the titular location, a suburb of Dublin, positioned directly on the center of the tracks looking to the horizon from a low central viewpoint. Beyond the wooden crossing in the foreground, there are walls on either side covered in graffiti, with scattered dense foliage among the residential/industrial area, and utility poles supporting electrical wires stretching off into the distance. The tracks themselves seem to be incomplete and in disrepair, appearing to have fallen into ruin, with the ground blanketed by rocks and debris. The mood is intended to invoke isolation, the passage of time, and the sense of a forelorn journey. (For fellow James Joyce fans, two episodes of Ulysses are set in Sandymount.)

Train tracks at Sandymount, Ireland.
#photography #photosky #cityphotography
#dublin #ireland #train #traintracks #b&w #oc

How The Internet Saved the Home of Blogging Pioneer Noah Grey - Slashdot At the end of the year 2000, Noah Grey created the free and open-source blogging software Greymatter (now maintained by a community of users). Wil Wheaton's new book describes it as "the original, pr...

Slashdot on my crisis and how the online community saved me: tech.slashdot.org/story/22/05/...
A rambling interview I did at the time about webstuff past & present: thenewstack.io/from-web-1-0...
@wilwheaton.net 's article in the WSJ (if you can get past the paywall): www.wsj.com/arts-culture...

A montage of "windows" from version 1.0 of Greymatter from 2000, complete with a glimpse of it running on Windows 98 Internet Explorer in the background. The visible boxes are the login screen, the main menu, the entry selection list, and the editor. The interface is in greyscale (of course), though later versions were a more soothing pastel. (This montage itself is "vintage", a slapdash example I threw together at the time for illustrative purposes, after I was taken by surprise when other people wanted to use this strange shambling beast of code I wrote entirely for myself.)

25 years ago today, I finished v1.0 of Greymatter — the software that changed my life in some... mixed ways, changed the web a lil bit, & "came back" to save my home & life in 2022. (I'll share links about that below.) Happy birthday, you silly, scary, life-exploding, bittersweet child o' mine.

Every known human culture produces some form of music. Every single one.

I've never heard of this before, or ever even played a TTRPG. (Always wanted to, never had any local friends interested in that.) But I'd *so* be up for it if I could.

Happy birthday <3

Feeling this. Also struggling to accept, in the grip of depression & failing health, that *not* working doesn't mean failure. That the work I've done still exists even if I don't do any more. And that resolving my insecurity if I don't keep going going going & accepting peace can be progress enough.

Those of us who believe in love, justice, and the rule of law have repeatedly mobilized in the millions... for all the good it's done. For every small gain or victory, we get more losses than anyone can keep up with. The gleeful hate and willful cruelty is just so *vast* now. I... despair.

The cruelty is the point. The cruelty is the point. The cruelty is the point.

I was watching a video about her the other day where the speaker said (paraphrasing) that if aliens had ever visited us and we had to send one person to speak to them on behalf of humanity, she would've been an ideal choice. It struck me there may be no higher compliment we could give than that.

I snuggled with my teddy bear, Thomas. Yes, I'm 51 and I still sleep with my well-worn, well-patched, well-loved lifelong teddy bear, proudly and unashamedly. And after all these decades, he still comforts me.

Eh. Should be a much larger dot for you, based in the fun zone but with a healthy overlap into crazy. And maybe a long line stretching out to show you've got a foot in the unicorn zone, too. ;)

Owls. Just the fact that they exist. I love owls so much that I I have a certain "comfort mantra" I often repeat to myself: the world is still a good place as long as it still has owls.

all really, truly, finally, loved one another?

"Self Less" by Noah Grey: A self-portrait in which I depict myself covering my (bald) head fully with my own hands. The brushstrokes are very rough, raw, and impressionistic, with layers of thick grungy texture work suggestive of fraying, melting, and disintegration. The dominant colors are white-hot reds, oranges, and yellows, intended to convey an intensity of fire and blood. The intended mood is one of deep anguish, depression, grief, and inner torment, so thick and raw that I'm covering my own entire head as if to try to contain it all.

Self Less
#art #painting #selfportrait #depression #bipolar #grief
#impressionism #digitalart #artsky #blueskyart #oc

Starting work on the second draft of my novel.

Shoutout to @sanven.com, my oldest, wisest, and most ridiculously generous friend, and another macarist (re: bsky.app/profile/holl...) I hope to be more like when I grow up.

As a fellow autistic, thanks so much for the work you do. It's never been more important than now.

My late husband lived & breathed this movie. He was once part of a drag group that did performances to it in theaters, collected everything he could, went by Franknfurter online. We even had "I'm Going Home" played at his funeral. Hope you're celebrating today, Barry. 👄

Surviving.

❤️

Got a vital CT scan today. Won't know the results for awhile. Trying my damnedest not to be overwhelmed by the fear of what it might reveal, and to hold on to the hope that I can and must survive it.

I've said this before, but "vaccines cause autism" demonizes three groups at once: us autistics, implied to be broken & less-than; all the countless lives saved by vaccines; and all of us who trust in science itself. That belief already pulls off a hat trick of vileness without needing "help".