Wednesday, May 22
I left the house into hot weather, much hotter than I had expected. Even my light summer cardigan felt like an unnecessary extra. I took it off and stuck it in my rucksack before I walked from Kalasatama to Arcada.
I spent almost three hours getting to grips with the new version of Cloud9: the one that now acts as a front end for developing on AWS. I learned the difference between EC3 and Lightsail, or at least I think I did. I found the nearly 500 page manual and downloaded it. I found the instructions for creating a container with WordPress sitting on a LAMP stack and then connecting it to Cloud9, and I could not imagine how I would get a class to do this.
I spoke with Mirko and we agreed: we need a new IDE please. I set about trying to find one.
I broke off my search to have lunch with Matteo. We talked about the grant application we keep writing, and how we might best boost their chances. Over vegan chilli we discussed the many possible meanings of post-digital, and I pointed to an article I had read recently.
Ludde announced that he will spend a year in Jakobstadt, where his wife has a new job. They both come from there so they will have a surfeit of grandparents to do babysitting. I wished him well.
Tore has edited all of the grant applications we have made, and the editing process has happened entirely in Teams. I noticed that I have never actually used Slack or Teams this way before; in the way the developers intended. All previous attempts (at Arcada or Pixelache) have included one or two people who have refused to stop emailing everyone, or who have posted documents all over the internet so that keeping track of things became an unnecessary nightmare.
Tore has never even contemplated doing this. Everything (conversations, references, documents) lives in Teams and, even though the interface needs a major overhaul, the entire process has remained simple to follow and easy to join in.
I like it.
I spent some of the afternoon rewriting parts of my contribution to the current application, and then returned to searching for a replacement for Cloud9.
I walked to Kalasatama with my cardigan in my rucksack and sat reading until I reached my bike.
I spent an hour doing the ironing that had piled up when we looked away last week. Irma joined in because she decided that she wanted to iron some things personally.
I finish reading The Knowledge Illusion, a full-length book that would make an absolutely excellent 5,000 word essay. I look up at the plant pot on the wall to my left and take a picture.
I will then have a nightcap, green tea and a ginger biscuit, before checking my schedule for tomorrow and going to bed.
Irma will carry on packing.