02.09.2026
ArtLung
• Joe Crawford
Today was a good day
Today was really fun. The conversation at Front End Study Hall was rich. We discussed email, including a library I’ve yet to try called MJML which allows creating a unified file which compiles into html code which renders consistently in the many different mail programs. I’m not using it for my newsletter (yet?), but I...
Every year Tiny Awards hand out a prize for the best of the small, poetic, handmade web — personal projects, built by one or two people, far away from commercial mainstream. The public nominates, a selection committee picks a shortlist, and then the public votes.
If you want to see what's possible on the web if you have some time, some dev skills and a huge amount of daring creativity, look here!
Eleven sites, voting is open until September 25th. Go click! https://tinyawards.net
Tilman
• https://tilman.me
Every year tinyawards.net hand out a prize for the best of the small, poetic, handmade web — personal projects, built by one or two people, far away from commercial mainstream. The public nominates, a selection committee picks a shortlist, and then the public votes.
If you want to see what's possible on the web if you have some time, some dev skills and a huge amount of daring creativity, look here!
Eleven sites are on this year's shortlist, and voting is open until September 25th. Go click! tinyawards.net
There was no moonlight tonight.
There was no moonlight tonight. Paris was left to dream of soft romantic hues radiating from the far away icy sphere that glows with celestial fervour. She was left to wonder what it would be like for the hopeful trees to be tinged with silver and white and flutter slowly with the cool, ethereal breeze of night. She was left to imagine hours where the near and distant skies were cloudless, where beaming stars gracefully dotted the heavens with eternally flickering, beautiful sights. There was, after all, moonlight – and stars – tonight. The soothing, quiet, gentle glow, was – is – always inside.
This story is written in the "Drabble" form that I first learned from Juhis.
tabitha.computer
• tabitha
bringer of joy
be Bealight withinsee as it shinesdo walk with methe hand that feedsrolling in the deepsea blue abyssnew to thisto two
Welcome to September! Time for a new blogging challenge for the month. After some ideation, here’s my proposed September blogging challenge, on topics I find myself reading and posting about, with an emphasis on pragmatism:The Web And Standards September Useful Posts blogging...
There are many paths onto the #indieweb. Two of the most common:1. an idea for a name and a website2. a desire to create and express yourself, independently of social mediaIf you start with (1), have an idea for a domain name, find one, and buy it, then you need a place to di...
Your tiny Gallery Guide (a zine)
When I last visited the National Museum of Scotland, they had an ~A5 booklet of 10 ideas of things to do in an art gallery. I love the idea of a guide that helps you navigate a gallery space.
Yesterday, I decided to make a zine in a similar vein, except with some of my own ...
Music Exchange: Bridge Over the Stars <> iPod Touch
This is my second music exchange with V.H. (see our first exchange) in which we each shared songs with each other from which we would pick one to write about. I chose “Bridge Over the Stars” by Keiko Matsui from the options V.H. sent me, and V.H. chose “iPod Touch” by Ninaji...
fishing
trees and canopies
shelter for the fisherman
stoic as a river: he is still
in movement
engaged like a painter
watching the moment.
This poem was inspired by Jules-Louis Dupré's "Willows, with a Man Fishing".
Morning impressions
Opening the window, a vivid dancing shadow of the trees between the glass and the sun appears the wall, illuminating yesterday’s ideas written across my whiteboard. The shadow is a temporary, moving work of art, detailing the contours of leaves and, when I stand in front, th...
ArtLung
• Joe Crawford
Low pressure is headed our way, weather-wise. Hurricanes offshore, they say. It remains to be seen what weather we’ll get. In the meantime, I enjoy the water.
the park
eyes closed, sights
of day — memories —
appear vivid
as trees and paths
paint the skyline
with colour.
Impressionism
with colour, motion.
Bear Blog Carnival September 2026: Music memories
Do you remember the moment when you first heard your favourite song performed live? Or a moment when a friend told you that a song you love was a cover and that there were many more versions to hear? Do you remember a particular street performer – a guitarist, a pianist, or ...
Hiding elements on mobile and desktop with CSS
My website navigation bar varies on desktop and mobile devices. On desktop devices, the navigation bar appears to the left of the page with a list of links to pages on my website. My website tagline, from ;; james, appears in the sidebar, too. On mobile devices, the navigati...
this is me trying (to make a zine)
After the IndieWeb Zine Pop Up in May, I decided that I wanted to make a zine. I had already made a zine before, Quiet Edinburgh, but the zine was more of a booklet. After the meetup, I started feeling inspired. I wanted to make a tiny paper zine, one that I could fit in my ...
Inspirations
I remember the moment I was standing before four or five of Monet’s Haystack paintings, each depicting a different season. I was in awe of the colour. I could move between each of them and see the same scene from a new perspective, from the warm sunsets of summer to the fros...
Time
Flowers fade into fall. Every day brings us closer to autumn. I walk around for a while, admiring details I have seen a hundred times and yet, each time, find something new to see, and then stand for a moment and watch as people wander in the park, or sit and spend the momen...