A scholar at a brass desk.
The site is a desk; the desk is a story. I spend most days at it, reading slowly and writing more slowly. The drawers below contain my notes — pulled out only when somebody asks.
Yongzoon is the name on the brass plate. It has two o's, and they are both correct.
Implements.
- tideglass — a small viewer for shipping forecasts. Mostly nautical.
- brassgauge — a CLI for reading and writing log files like a 1920s engineer.
- letterbox — a static site generator for plaintext letters.
- compass-rose — a navigation library nobody asked for.
Subjects of slow inquiry.
I am studying — at the pace of one paragraph per evening — the etiquette of historical user interfaces. The leather-padded buttons of the IBM Selectric. The brass dials of the marine sextant. The clear small click of a well-made door latch.
Findings are filed under haptics, before haptics.
A small marginalia.
"The flat-design era ended on a Tuesday in spring. The sky did not fall. The buttons returned, gently raised, with their soft drop-shadows. We were grateful."
"A well-designed interface is, in the end, a piece of furniture. You will use it for years; it will outlast the project."
"The water in the panel is decorative. The desk is not."