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In reply to: Scaling accessibility beyond compliance at VA.gov through community and culture

If accessibility as compliance” is a staircase where outcomes are restricted to the normative limitations of the law, Accessibility Beyond Compliance is an exponential curve. It isn’t limited to fulfilling legal constraints, and we can use it to explore, understand, and better address the needs of the full, complex, and intersectional diversity of the disabled experience.

A post I helped to write at work was recently published.

A fuzzy silver and black cat lazily lounges on a yellow couch. Its grinch paw draped over its face.

A black and white dog sleeps tightly curled in a small patch of sun dappling down through a window on to a yellow couch. Behind the couch a bunch of drawings made by kids are adhered to the wall.

Valentines, patron saint of bees, plague, and sushi

Hot on the heals of recently being interviewed by Manu, I was interviewed by Kristen Foster-Marks from the Developer Success Lab. It was a lot of fun! We had a wide ranging conversation, but often came back around to the importance of learning culture” and how it relates to successful teams. I’m generally pretty down on agile and what such, feeling that the goals of it are more aligned with the desires of capital than the well being of humans, so I’m excited to think, despite this not being their stated goal, that the team from the Developer Success Lab is one of the few groups well situated to help folks land at what comes after agile…and that their work is not totally and completely poisoned by Silicon Valley brain (a potentially fatal condition).

I finished reading James Gleick’s The Information A History, a Theory, a Flood. I don’t usually read non-fiction like it, but found it a fun read. It seriously piqued my curiosity a few times. When I read a paper with lots of citations I like to track down the cited papers, similarly, this book generated a list of other things that I’m interested to learn more about. Next up, I’m back to fiction with The Stardust Thief by Chelsea Abdullah.

On mastodon I recently learned about a fun browser extension called StreetPass that alerts you whenever a website can be connected back to an account on the fediverse…though I haven’t discovered anyone knew through it, yet. I suspect I’d need to slam it into my RSS reader to really do that.

Today is Valentines Day, and while we’re not generally ones for the Hallmark-y holidays, my partner and I have the tradition of making a giant platter of veggie sushi, building a blanket fort, and watching a movie in it. I think this is our 12th or 11th year doing it. We’ve kept that tradition going with the kids. If anything, it is more fun with the kids, though now I have to make a truly astonishing amount of veggie sushi to keep up with them.

Two good stories

I just finished reading The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi, by Shannon Chakraborty. I loved it. When I finished A Memory Called Empire I assumed it’d be my most favorite book of the year — it has already been unseated!? I mean, if I kept track of favorites. As I finished The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi I immediately wanted more, so looked to see if there is a sequel (alas, no (or not yet, I hope!?)). I’ve got a gigantic list of books I wanna read next, but I’m not sure where I’ll reach.

I’ve also been watching Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End. I’m not typically a watcher of things because it hurts my eyeballs to do much screen stuff, so my eyeball quota is typically spent on obligatory work things, but I am making exception for this, because it is lovely. I’m having a hard time pinning down exactly what it is about it that I am enjoying, so I’ll keep it at beautiful.” It is nice to watch something that is beautiful.

Arkady Martine and Virginia Woolf

As an undergrad and a grad student I was obsessed with Virginia Woolf. Woolf’s writings appeared in my citations pretty much regardless of the class or subject area I was writing on.

I have recently finished reading an engaging and lovely novel by Arkady Martine, A Memory Called Empire.” Of course, I was excited to pick up the sequel, but, also, I had this feeling, this Woolf’s scent — I’ve always felt that Woolf’s nonfiction was more lucid and powerful than her fiction…it cuts different, sharper, more directly, it stings and is beautiful in its knife-likeness.

I had a sense that Arkady Martine’s writing would be similar, so I looked around for nonfiction she’s authored. I think I was right:

Why cities, when I could have chosen anything to preserve? To devote my life to keeping out of the sea? I cannot help but think that cities are our best and our most inevitable future.

I made another small toy in javascript, this time a note taking application. Ink n switch is a simple note pad for typing in text, that you can also draw on top of. There are two layers, a text layer and a drawing layer. They’re always right on top of each other. There aren’t heaps of features, and it doesn’t work on mobile (yet) (it works on mobile now!), but I find it pretty pleasant for little notes and sketches.

I think I’ve come to terms with the fact that, while I claim to be a polyglot programmer, and while I do love to explore different programming systems, javascript and the browser are like home when it comes to actually making a thing — for turning an idea into reality. Especially since, the way I tend to write javascript is easy, no dependencies, no build system, just javascript in the browser.

Over the last few days, what was previously a frighteningly mild winter has turned wet, exceedingly so, here in Maine. There have been a series of super high tides at the same time has heavy rains and snow melt, leading to massive flooding along coastal areas. We are thankfully above grade and far from the ocean, but, just like this summer felt like a very different summer, so too does this winter feel different. Changed.

I stumbled across a small vestige of the old internet. The human-hand-made-curated thing.

The sun struck yellow rain boots of a kid, haphazardly left in the hall by a bright yellow wall. The floor is made of brick.

It’s been very damp. It was, however, recently sunny for a bit. Here is the proof of the sun’s continued existence.

A majestic, magnificent, teeny tiny White-throated Sparrow perched on an even teeny tinier branch. It is winter. It is grey. It is cold. The bird is royalty. A sovereign among fathered beasts. None know more regent a beast — Gloriana, but a dinosaur-footed, be-feathered friend.

Break thrones; build tables.

A scrappy fiddle

A screen recording of a teeny tiny browser window. The window starts by displaying a grey surface with a subtle white grid on top of it. A computer cursor moves around, occasionally it clicks to open a context menu that lists 3 choices, “circle, square, triangle.” When the cursor selects a shape that shape is inscribed within that grid cell.

I’ve had fun playing at implementing a very basic visual programming system over the last few days. I like the direction I’ve started down, but realize I’ve made a few oversights that are gonna necessitate my starting over, which is part of the fun.

I’ve implemented toy interpreted languages before — usually lisps. Architecturally, a graphical programming system smells similar, especially when I think about the repl 🤝 event-loop as being mostly the same thing plus or minus a person tapping the return key to trigger evaluation.

I’ve leaned in to the playful possibilities of javascript, the browser’s inbuilt abilities and the HTML canvas element. And, you know what? It is rad and I have zero regrets. These are little corners of a space that I’m otherwise fairly familiar with through work, but that I haven’t really spent any time with.

It snowed a lot today — we all had fun playing in it this morning, afterwards I cleared the walk and driveway for the first time. I did that three more times throughout the day, but, to be totally honest, I love shoveling almost as much as I love going on walks, so, all in all, pretty rad.

I’m nearing the end of A memory called empire by Arkady Martine. Unless the ending gets wickedly flubbed, I’ll most certainly be reading the next book in the series.

A post-publish-edit because I forgot to link to the inspiration for this things title!

New year

The last weeks of 2023 have been very enjoyable. Other than having to deal with a cascade of car issues, there’s been a lot of time to hang out with the partner and kids, wander around outside, and poke at fun personal projects…and I mean, work, too, but…you know.

The other evening I pulled together a fun Markov chain toy. It isn’t anything fancy, but I wanted the ability to feed a madlib style script to the program and have it use that as a template to fill in. The resulting program is beak and you can take a look at it if that sort of thing interests you. I want to figure out how to build a game around it about history and discovering the past’s fragmented stories.

Then, last night, I made what is probably the most minimal, worst version of Alto’s Odyssey (one of my favorite games) imaginable. My version is called hill, and you can play it online. I haven’t put the code into a repository, yet, but it is just plain-old, boring-old, no-dependencies-on-anything-but-the-browser, JavaScript, so, view source will reveal all that it contains. I made this as a fidget-toy to play with during meetings.

I’ve struggled for a long time to pick up personal projects like this, but someone recently gave me the advice to focus on smaller points of curiosity — e.g., rather than dive right into trying to make an entire game that needs to generate vast histories, make the generator and then figure out how to layer more game bits on around it. That advice has proven wicked powerful, and I’ve enjoyed building more stuff more quickly lately. I think my attention span is also less impacted by brain stuff these days, which is helping me feel more confident when taking on any kind of project — I was even able to do some car repairs (shout out to Isaac for the encouragement)!

…I don’t enjoy doing car repairs.

Supposedly it’ll snow soon. The winter has been mild and exceedingly damp.

I’m about one third of the way into Arkady Martine’s A memory called empire and loving it.

A photograph showing two children in light winter kit walking down to the ocean. It is very foggy out, making the ocean hard to see.

A photograph taken from the center of a pedestrian bridge over a tidal river outlet looking out to sea. It is very foggy so that you can’t see all the way to the ocean which is about a quarter of a mile in the distance.

Foggy Christmas adventuring

Accessibility-first

Whereas mobile-first design and development invited folks to think more expansively about the physical reality of the devices people use, accessibility-first design and development invites folks to think more expansively about the lived experiences, and physical reality of actual people.

Photograph shows a young child in a purple winter coat, a beanie and fuzzy mittens holding a dog’s leash walking in a cemetery. It’s pretty foggy. The child and the dog both face away from the camera so that we see both of their backs.

Soggy winter ambling.

an approximately programmer-shaped person

I was recently interviewed by Manu for his People and Blogs series! It was a great honor to be suggested by Piper for that, and I had a blast responding to all of Manu’s questions.

The December Adventure is in full swing. There are so many fun adventure logs this year. I’ve been mostly focusing on building toys with Decker and lil. Of course, there have been nearly daily dalliances and sidetracklings to other things, like uiua and scheme.

My reading list for the year hit 40 books — I’m tempted to grab another book, but, 40 is such a nice number…and if I did one more I’d wanna do two more, and it’d be a whole thing…and I’m not technically done with a couple of the books, yet.

I’m just about finished with the last book in the Shattered Earth trilogy, by N.K. Jemisin. I found that they started to lull for me around the middle of the 3rd book, but then, right near the end, boy howdy! I’m back in. Emotions. BIG emotions.

The Hermit of Eyton Forest by Ellis Peters was a totally random pick — I’d never heard of it, the paperback just landed in my hands and I began to read it. It is slow, and plodding, and lovely. Sort of like what if Crusader Kings met Murder, She Wrote?

I recently had a follow up brain thing (technically a cerebral angiogram, but don’t look that up), now that we’re over a year out from my last repair procedure. Things are looking good! I have another follow up, but, so far, so good! I’m wildly thankful that this medical saga is presumably coming to a close. It has been a nutso ride.

A reminder that the government of Israel is still perpetrating a genocide, and that there are some amazing aid organizations doing the best they can to help.

A tree in a cemetery. It is autumn, and the ground is littered in damp leaves. The tree is covered in red-orange leaves.

Political speech is something I shy away from. But, of course, that is political.

Sometimes there are things that you can’t ignore. There are, perhaps, many such things…right now there is one that I’m particularly close to, close enough that I am made to look because I am in some way directly implicated in it.

I am Jewish. I was raised so, and live so today.

Being raised a Jew I was constantly taught to never forget.”

There seems to have been a forgetting.

A genocide is being perpetrated against Palestinians. I refuse to let that happen in my name, in the name of Judaism.

That genocide is being conducted by a state that is happy to wear Jewishness as a shield against scrutiny. By a state that confuses power” for safety.”

No one is safe unless everyone is safe.

The actions taken by the State of Israel aren’t actions taken to ensure safety. They are actions taken to build power.

Power and safety are not the same thing. I don’t claim to have great political insight, but I am confident in that assessment.

Knowing how to resist this consolidation of power, or any state wielding power for that matter, is difficult…but no one is safe unless everyone is safe and we’ll struggle to build and hold any kind of safety while power remains the goal of states.

Tikkun olam means to repair the world,” and is a central teaching in Judaism. That is what we shouldn’t forget.

From what I can tell two effective groups on the ground right now are Medical Aid for Palestine and Palestine Children’s Relief Fund.

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