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03.27 – 04.02

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Work

All in all I felt more effective than I have recently.

I had more than one interesting and useful chat about how and when to A/B test (after establishing that there were still several reasons why our current implementation is flawed).

I also started using Tag Manager in anger and feel like I’ve mostly got as much of the hang of it as necessary. I can see the appeal for getting set up quickly with short-lived tests. But the code living outside source control means that anything reliant on specific markup is liable to become stale. I think it might be harder to keep track of what we’ve done before as well. But perhaps I’m being unduly negative – it’s almost certainly going to help with data collection and analysis overall.

Life

Very little movement on the screaming baby front.

Took the little man to a birthday party in Southwark. Two juice boxes and a giant slice of cake later he was basically drunk. It struck me that toddlers bear all the hallmarks of drunks – one second they’re the life and soul of a party and they’re making you laugh till you cry. The next, they’re eyes-glazed-over screaming incoherent bollocks on repeat. And occasionally shitting themselves.

Listening

• Housetrap podcast 353 – found a whole bunch of flow with this

Reading

• Last baseline alignment
• Css shapes
• Bicycle – I found this depressingly impressive – why don’t I understand basic physics? How would I begin to code any of that? Or illustrate/render it? Maximum imposter syndrome fuel
• Apple Passwords Deserve An App

Watching

• Introduction to Dev Tools – started this. Hoping I’ll get more comfortable with the scarier panels (maybe one day I’ll be able to understand a flame graph). Already learned a couple of things to make everyday dev easier

TIL

• Some home appliances have a Sabbath mode
• Stressed plants ‘cry’
• Y2K38 bug in the wild

Running

Monday hills. Wednesday swallowing tiny flies round the marshes. Saturday hills.

I spotted this array of bins half way round a set of hills, shortly after I’d had an oxygen-deficit-induced what is it all about moment.

Six wheelie bins and three food waste bins, neatly ordered, bearing the number 42

I learned that the latest iteration of my preferred runner – the Saucony Kinvara – looks like a bit of a departure from previous editions and I don’t think I’ll like it (more cushion, less ground feel — the things that drew me to them in the first place). Thinking about stock-piling the old version. Or maybe it’s time for a change (although historically that has tended to result in injury).