Had a lot of fun making this! Last time I made a zine was twenty… five? years ago, so yeah, I was rusty. And nervous as hell that I’d mess up the page order or end up with pages upside down or something. But it made it all the way to Canada! (Yay for snail mail.)

Sven sent me a zine letter after I sent him some of my zines, and I am in love with it. Look how prettyyyy it is. The pink paper and the red ribbon are so gorgeous. No one has ever made me a personal zine before, so this is very special to me. I shall cherish it foreverrrrrr.

A pink zine bound with red thread. The front cover features blue lines forming a 3D-style wave pattern. The title reads re: happy zine mail! or heat waves 2025.

End-of-Summer Hyperlink Dump: Stones, Streams & Scarf Machines

It’s September 4, and even though the sun is shining and it’s warm outside as I type this, you can feel summer’s on its way out in the northern hemisphere.

Remember my June experiment? Still going strong! No social timeline = less doomscrolling (not that it was a huuuuge problem for me, but still). Even with that going on, I’ve been hoarding links all summer from newsletters, my feed reader, and friends. Ready for a little hyperlink party? Let’s go!

Martin shows us how to store data on paper.

Stones, streams & toilets. Why do those feel like they belong together? Is it just me? My brain’s weird, right?

Can a composition be organized in space rather than time?

I love how this machine is knitting a super long scarf—powered by wind! “When it is windy the machine knits fast and with less wind the machine knits slowly.”

Starting in ‘95, girls and women were making movies and mailing VHS tapes to each other. Proto-TikTok?! The Joanie 4 Jackie archive is a treasure chest.

“The Anti-Subscription Catalogue unites 112 non-subscription, free, open-source, and one-time fee software in 16 categories." Bookmarked!

One Saturday in August, people all over the world gathered in parks (or indoors if it was raining) to write and celebrate HTML. If you missed this year’s HTML Day, go browse the site and hit up the event links. So much HTML energy. 🤤

Speaking of everyone’s favorite markup language, Our HTML Cookbook is the cutest little pamphlet to print and stash for HTML Day 2026.

Oh, by the way, you do not have to use generative ai “art” in your blogs because there are websites where you can get real, nice images for free.

Or maybe we skip images entirely? Here’s a directory of websites that mostly stick to text.

The hacker e-zine Phrack just turned 40. If you missed it back in the day (I was a baby), go read The Conscience of a Hacker from ‘86 and then follow it up with The Hacker’s Renaissance.

Not into hacking? How about the history of Mac settings, 1984–2004? You can actually click around and use the old interfaces!

The New York Times declared The Death of the Cyberflâneur back in 2012. I don’t think we ever really left, but the word sure did. I wouldn’t be too sad if it came back, though! Seeing the team at The Syllabus calling themselves cyberflâneurs warmed my heart.

Now… personal websites! These are some gems I found this summer:

I wish my site was in 3D like Elle’s. I wish it had shadows like Daniel’s. I wish I was half as stylish as Raymond. I wish my website had a custom Game Boy cursor, beautiful postcards from visitors, and an interactive background like Bekah’s, Robin’s, and Jenn’s.

The Tiny Awards 2025 winner drops soon. (I voted for Elle!) Go peek at tinyawards.net, hop on their mailing list, and check out past winners and finalists while you wait.

That’s all, folks! Twenty-four links collected by yours truly during the summer of 2025. Damn, I realize as I type this that it should have been 25 links. You know… for the rhyme? Let’s see…

One more: if you found any of this interesting, you’d probably enjoy my Hyperlink Hodgepodge. Fresh links every week!

Working on my website and bringing back some fun 90s features. My favorite? Background music (optional now!). 🥰 I’m building in the open, so if you don’t mind a few bugs or weird-looking pages, take a peek!

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',
  'jane@doe.example.com'
];

// 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.

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