I clearly had a good time at the Irish fleadh in Cáceres.
The online home of Jeremy Keith, an author and web developer living and working in Brighton, England.
I clearly had a good time at the Irish fleadh in Cáceres.
Best churros in town
Reading Orbital by Samantha Harvey.
Monday night session in Madrid
Adios, Cáceres!
Sunday night session
Saturday night late session
Serenaded at dinner by the Friel sisters and Polca4
Saturday evening session
Saturday session in the sun
Buenos días, Cáceres!
Going to Madrid. brb
Me and Julio down by Shaka when the walls fell.
Wednesday session
React is no longer winning by technical merit. Today it is winning by default. That default is now slowing innovation across the frontend ecosystem.
Monday night
I write here for you, not for the benefit of building the machines producing a firehose of spam, scams, and slop. The artificial intelligence companies have already violated the expectations of even a public web. Regardless of the benefits they have created — and I do believe there are benefits to these technologies — they have behaved unethically. Defensive action is the only control a publisher can assume right now.
Come to Web Day Out in Brighton on 12 March 2026 to learn all about what you can do in browsers today:
Tickets are just £225+VAT
A microwave isn’t going to take your job; a chef who knows how to use a microwave is going to take your job.
Sitting out on the porch feasting on peel’n’eat shrimp, corn on the cob, and tomato salad.
Rob has redesigned his site and it’s looking gorgeous.
I really like the categories he’s got for his blog.
Stormy weather
Met this little cutie on the beach.
Every one of these five proposals is worth a vote.
Mind you, Rich’s cynicism is understandable.
Reading Nobber by Oisín Fagan.
I’m sure the people who stayed in Omelas had lots of earnest discussions about harm reduction.
My first book was published twenty years ago:
Back then, I never could’ve imagined that it might one day be ripped off to train a hallucinating autocomplete.
Follow your dreams, writers!
Some nightmare fuel in the attic of the beach house.