Folkification is the antidote to enshittification.

Folkification (noun) A process in which a product, narrative, recipe, machine, or other object is made more accessible and less centralized.

Back home again after a trip to Brösarp. We stayed at Talldungen, which is quite possibly the bestest hotel I know. This was our seventh visit, and I loved the cute desk (and the view!) in the room we got this time.

A tiny wooden desk sits in front of a round-top window, sunlight spilling in and framing a field and trees outside.

Went to a sing-along with Charli in Slottsskogen yesterday and it was the best!!! <3 🎵

Birthday party today. My niece and I lay on our backs in the grass, in the shadow of a tree. In a couple of years, she’ll be old enough to drive a moped. She already knows what she wants: a motocross.

— “What kind of moped did you drive back then?” she asks. “I bet it was a dorky one, like the one mom had.”
— “No, no, no,” I say. “Mine was amezeballs. Yamaha DT50MX. Look it up!”

She starts fidgeting with her phone, scrolling through photos. I lean over and point at the exact model I had. (via Semestergas)

The moped features a black frame with vibrant pink and purple graphics on the fuel tank and seat. It&rsquo;s got chunky off-road tires, a raised front fender, a purple fork gaiter, and a rear cargo rack. Built for mischief!

Hey, that one actually looks kind of badass!

Approved cool. By a 13-year-old.

My Experimental June

So Manu is turning his digital input dial down to zero this month. That means no podcasts, no movies, no RSS feeds, and so on… for the entire month. I’m not doing that. But! Reading his post inspired me to finally run my own experiment that I’ve thought about for a while: a social timeline do-over. The idea is pretty simple.

  1. Unfollow everyone across Bluesky and the fediverse.
  2. Enjoy the quiet for a month. No social timeline.

That’s it! If I miss hearing from folks after the experiment, maybe I’ll start following them again. Or maybe I will be content reading blogs. We’ll see.

I performed The Great Unfollowing a couple of days before June started, so I’ve had about a week and a half without a social timeline now. So far, I do not miss it at all. Maybe it’s because I still hear from most folks via their blogs. It’s just a little quieter. Calmer. I like it!

Here’s the script I used to unfollow around 1,300 accounts on Micro.blog.

unfollow-en-masse.js:

// A naive script to unfollow multiple users in batch on Micro.blog. Modify as
// needed and run it from your browser's console, but only if you understand all
// the source code below!

// Replace this example array with the list of usernames you want to unfollow.
// Do not include a leading @. To get a JSON file of all your followers:
// https://micro.blog/users/following/[your username here]
const USERNAMES_TO_UNFOLLOW = [
  'johndoe',
  '[email protected]'
];

// Micro.blog is rate-limited to 300 requests per minute. We should be fine,
// though, as we're awaiting each unfollow to finish. As long as the response
// time is slower than 200 ms per request, we're within the limit. I averaged
// around 450 ms per request.
(async () => {
  let lastFetch = new Date();

  for (const username of USERNAMES_TO_UNFOLLOW) {
    const now = new Date();
    console.log(`Elapsed time since last fetch: ${now - lastFetch} ms.`);
    lastFetch = now;

    await fetch(`https://micro.blog/users/unfollow?username=${username}`, {
      method: 'POST'
    })
    .then(() => {
      console.log(`unfollowed ${username}`);
    });
  }
})();

P.S. This post is my contribution to June’s IndieWeb Carnival, hosted by Nick Simson.

For eight years, Shonumi has been on a quest to emulate every single officially licensed Game Boy accessory and blog all about it. Today, he published the final post: GBKISS LINK.

It’s been such a treat reading about Infrared Madness, the Pocket Sonar, Game Boy Sewing Machines, and everything else. Probably the longest-running blog series I’ve followed from start to finish.

I’ll be right back to it soon enough. In the meantime, always remember… Never give up. Never surrender. Emulate everything!

Eight years. 🤯 Thank you for your tireless work, Shonumi! 👾

We rode our bikes to Stuk for breakfast. While we’re waiting for the food, Sanna says, “You’ve got something between your teeth.”
“Not possible,” I say. “I haven’t eaten yet.”
But she insists.

I check the bathroom mirror. There, wedged between my teeth… a fly.

I guess I smile a lot while biking.

🪰

We hung out with my brother-in-law, the little sausage named Ture, for a couple of days. Would you say he was happy to see us? 😅

I ordered my copy less than a minute after the email hit my inbox. Can’t wait! 📒

An annual publication for exploring the vast poetic web, featuring essays, musings and a directory with the personal websites of hundreds of designers, developers, writers, curators, and educators. Published since 2025.

Had my coffee in the sun before mowing the lawn today. Here’s what I saw and heard around 4:16 PM while lying on my back, watching the clouds pass by to the tune of birdsong.

A peaceful sky brushed with soft clouds, the silhouette of a tree swaying gently. My selfie is overlaid on the sky with a soft vignette effect. I&rsquo;m smiling at the camera, eyes nearly closed against the brightness of the sun.

Today, we rolled our little library down to the beach, filled it with books, and opened it for its fourth season. There are a few Agatha Christie novels in there now, but I’m pretty sure they’ll be gone soon. 📚

A cute little library on the beach, surrounded by trees and greenery. The door is open, showing mystery novels, Nordic noir, and some children&rsquo;s books.

Some things travel with us for decades. Maybe even our whole lives. Grandma wove this rag rug for my mom. I crawled on it as a baby, jumped over it as a kid, and today I rolled it out in its new home, our bedroom, and just stood there barefoot for a while, 39 years later. Thanks, grandma! 🥰

Faded green, blush pink, and earthy brown threads run through the rag rug, which rests on the warm pine floor just below the edge of the bed. I stand barefoot, my toes pressed into its familiar weave.

So… yesterday, I wrote this:

I love that “VHS in 1.4 kg” sticker! Imagine if your phone came with that today: “Apple Intelligence in 0.2 kg.” 😋

and today, I see this:

Massive gaming capability, heavy-duty AI compute, and standard PC parts, all in 4.5L.

I hope Framework put that on a sticker and smacks it to the machine.

Days since getting a stuck VHS-C cassette out of a camcorder: 0. This is the JVC GR-C7, nepo baby of GR-C1, famously Doc Brown’s video camera in Back to the Future.

I love that “VHS in 1.4 kg” sticker! Imagine if your phone came with that today: “Apple Intelligence in 0.2 kg.” 😋

The camcorder mid-surgery on a wooden table, guts exposed, VHS-C cassette still clinging on for dear life. VHS in 1.4 kg sticker proudly on the side.

Me on my now page from March 15:

And I’m seriously considering splurging on overpriced secondhand tickets to see Billie Eilish at Avicii Arena.

Me yesterday:

Yep, I did splurge on those overpriced tickets. 🫣 And they were worth every penny öre. 🎵

Vi tog cyklarna upp till stadsparken, och omgivna av fågelkvitter och skrikande barn spelade vi in ett nytt avsnitt av podden Hej (resten av) internet! I en hel halvtimme bjuder vi på ett sammelsurium av länkar, tips och tankar. Avsnitt 20, Hyperlink Hodgepodge, finns där poddar finns. 🎙️

Fika + podcast recording in the park with my favorite person. 🌸

Lying on my back on a sunny spring day in a peaceful park, looking over a gentle slope with early wildflowers and budding trees. Sanna sits to my left, smiling warmly in the sunlight.

I went to two (!) anniversaries this week. Moderskeppet turned 20 and the family business turned 100. 🥳 One celebration had coffee, cake, and coffins. The other had champagne and… whatever this is?!

A man in a photo studio is wrapped in tape and stuck to an acoustic panel. The woman who did the taping looks on, pleased with herself.

Moderskeppet firade 20 år. Det var kul. Här är Jenny och Filip.

While waiting for the official price of Mario Kart World in Swedish kronor, I entertained myself by looking up what Super Mario Kart cost back in December 1993. The answer? 549 kr. (via Martin)

Adjusting for inflation (71.56% between then and now), 549 kr in 1993 would be equivalent to 942 kr today (roughly $98). Curious to see what the game actually ends up costing.

Today I baked a batch of seed crackers, had coffee with the family in my sister’s allotment garden, climbed a tree, won a stone-skipping competition against my nieces, and slipped and fell on my ass trying to jump over a flower bed. I regret nothing.

Less keyboard, more wood splitting today, and in just a t-shirt! No jacket needed. I’ve decided spring is officially here, and there will be no more snow. 🌞

A blue log splitter sits next to a makeshift wooden workbench, stacked with freshly split firewood. Nearby, a pile of uncut logs waits its turn.

Just updated my now page! 👀 It’s about… running a two-business household, a father-and-son project, contemplating whether to splurge on overpriced secondhand Billie Eilish tickets, the emptiness after finishing all of Becky Chambers' novels, and more.

My desk with a stack of books and Affinity Publisher open on the monitor, displaying my work in progress.

The family business turns 100 this year. Dad has written about its history, and I’m typesetting the book, sorting through a bunch of photos along the way. I love the eerie feel of this one of the factory, taken during a winter in the 1950s. 🏭

A black-and-white photo of the factory. The building stands under a dark sky, with a plume of smoke rising from the chimney and snow covering the ground.

My view from the sofa yesterday during movie night with the niece. With a two-year-old, movie night is more like movie afternoon. She managed nine minutes before wanting to play dress-up instead.

Her dad let her have as many pieces of candy as she is years old. I got two pieces of candy, too. 😋

A saucer with one piece of candy left on it. In the background, the Swedish cartoon Bamse is playing on the tv.

My Instagram connector for Tapestry has been broken for a while, but I’m working on fixing it. It’s getting there! I’m also experimenting with a connector for X. It’s so weird seeing posts from both platforms in the same timeline.

There are still kind and interesting folks on these sites. Now, I can keep up with them until they leave for better, more open alternatives.

My phone with Tapestry open, showing posts from Instagram and X in the same timeline.

And about Neal’s post in the photo…

sometimes I design something and then realize I’m thinking about the wii menu again

Our brains must be wired similarly. I think about the Wii Menu sometimes too. 😋

New to me, Svart Ridå has a very Swedish ’90s indie sound, and I like it! Just secured tickets to see them live next month. 🎵

”Kall” UTE NU!

16 years ago today, if you had taken tram line 1 towards Tynnered, you would have been surprised to find Detektivbyrån playing Generation Celebration live. Oh, how I wish I had been there. Here’s a taste—the rest is on YouTube. 🎵

“How far should I count?”
“Count to 25!”

My niece and I were playing hide and seek this afternoon. When I got to 12, she came back.

“Come!”
“What is it?”
“I need your help,” she says, grabbing my hand.

She leads me into the bedroom, and I see our dirty laundry spread everywhere. Of course, she figured out that she’s small enough to fit in our laundry bin, but she can’t get in herself. I lift her up and carefully place her in the bin. I grab the lid she had tossed on our bed and place it on her head.

“This is the perfect hiding spot!” I say. “I’ll never find you.”

I love this definition of a personal website from ravon:

a website is a link to a page in an infinite book bound within one domain name. it’s where the architecture of the internet becomes apparent to many of us. it’s a landing — like a stoop, porch, or front door. peering through the window, what do you want us to learn about you? who else are you connected to?

In that piece, she also quotes Laurel’s classic My website is a shifting house next to a river of knowledge—another poetic way to describe our nests in cyberspace.

New drop from Trisha. 🖤

real men know how to dream
real men know how to clean
real men make cuisine
real men know how to steam
Real men stay hydrated
Real men don’t need a face lift
Real men celebrate other men’s success
Real men know having fun is best

What a lovely pledge this is. 🥰

there are eight billion people in the world, 67% of whom are on the internet (in case you don't have a calculator handy, that's 5,360,000,000 people). this little corner of the internet represents .000000130597015% of the world's internet users. and I am so excited about it.

…

to my seven subscribers, i pledge to never be exciting. i pledge to be a reflection of your own humanity. i pledge to be full of faults and make lots of mistakes. thank you for seeing me.

Here’s a summary of some drama that unfolded while I slept.

Adam:

Today I received a cease and desist notice related to my recent comments about the attitudes and behaviors of some people within the IndieWeb space.

Folks assumes this is about Manton and Micro.blog. Pitchforks on the timeline.

James:

Confirm a negative for us. If this ISN’T about Manton and/or Micro.blog, say so. Many people on MB deserve to know if this is about their platform.

Adam:

Confirmed.

Don’t assume, get mad, and immediately post about it. Take a breath. Give it 5 minutes. Don’t be a hothead.

❤️

Switching things up at home—new sofa, coffee table, and rug in the living room. Sanna and I have been together for 22 years, and this is the third sofa we’ve bought. It cost an arm and a leg, so hopefully, it’s also the last one we buy before we die. 😋

Close-up of a living room setup with a round oak coffee table, a textured green rug, and a cozy ochre sofa.

Sanna feels like there are more and more books piling up at home. 📚 And, well, she’s not wrong. That’s on me.

Here are my three favorite reads from January:

  • Kitchen by Banana Yoshimoto
  • The Walking Man by Jiro Taniguchi
  • The Guy She Was Interested In Wasn’t a Guy at All by Sumiko Arai

A stack of twelve books on a side table.

I’ve had a Nirvana song playing in my head* for the last couple of days (not constantly), and I kept meaning to look up the exact lyrics because—well, my memory is okay, but short. When I finally sat down at my computer to actually look it up, I saw that Anamanaguchi released a cover… three days ago?!1 Weird! What are the odds? 🎵

Never met a wise man
If so, it’s a woman

Anyway, here’s the original Territorial Pissings (Live At The Paramount/1991) and the recent cover (⚠️ Warning for flashing lights).

* Do all humans do that? Play music in their head, I mean.

Damn, it sucks that Read.cv (and Posts) is winding down. I’ve lost count of all the cool websites, projects, and humans I’ve found over there. Like Karlie’s Text-iles, Robert’s music player, and Connie’s site – and those finds are just from the last couple of days!

If you’ve never heard of Read.cv before, do yourself a favor and scroll through their explore page before it disappears. Don’t wait too long, though.

May 16th, 2025 Read.cv and Posts and all corresponding data will be fully wound down.

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