Moving house
The notebook has a new address. Why I left the free blogging platform, what came across in the move, what did not, and where the feed lives now.
Bread at night, stars after
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The notebook has a new address. Why I left the free blogging platform, what came across in the move, what did not, and where the feed lives now.

Three weeks after watching a 93% eclipse from outside the path of totality, I finally watched NASA's 2024 totality feed and understood what everyone had been telling me.

NASA's three-minute July sky guide, with my notes on which parts work from a European back garden with a street lamp and which ones need a car.
Mid-June, the sky never gets properly dark, the telescope stays in the cupboard, and two bright planets make the best of the twilight anyway.

The starter I had kept going for years finally gave up in the cold kitchen. A short note on what happened, what I should have done, and some bread without any starter at all.
My kitchen is at 15 °C this month and every dough takes twice as long. Three small adjustments that have kept bread on the table anyway.

A short monthly sky guide from NASA, a big aurora night that I spent under cloud, and a purple ribbon called STEVE that turns out not to be an aurora at all.

Dark by half past seven, a new four-minute habit of counting stars in the Little Dipper, and one minute of someone else's much better sky.

A German museum film follows winter rye from horse-drawn sowing to a wood-fired oven, and makes my bag of supermarket flour look like the end of a very long story.
At 28 °C in the kitchen my starter peaks in three hours and collapses by lunchtime, so he has been moved to the fridge and onto a weekly schedule.

Around the solstice the sky over the back step stays a faint blue-grey all night, so I watched a few seconds of somebody else's Milky Way instead.

I do not own a solar filter and do not intend to point a telescope at the Sun without one, so around the equinox I watched NASA do it for me.
The same recipe I have baked two hundred times came out dense, pale and flat. The kitchen was 16 °C and I followed the clock instead of the dough.

My starter is older than some of my cutlery and I have never once watched it rise. Someone on Wikimedia Commons filmed theirs for ten hours.