11 SmallWeb Finds

If you’re not using Kagi SmallWeb, you’re missing the best of the internet. While two-thirds of posts are currently, “I accidentally wiped my Keychain, deleted my backups, and posted my ‘weird porn’ folder to Instagram with OpenClaw, and you can too!” inbetween are the sort of thoughtful, obsessive, or just plain charming human blogs that will always be the saving grace of the web.

File under: Bookmark now

The Disney Weirdness Blog
What it says on the tin. You didn’t really need to do anything this year, did you?

File under: Delightful obsessives

Bidding Farewell To The Ganz-MÁVAGs
A detailed love-letter to a disappearing Hungarian train type built in the 1970s-80s? Yes, please. I don’t even care about trains.

All the Radios
It’s all his radios. It’s just all his radios.

File under: Thoughtful commentary

Whoops, The Tech Press Mythologized Another Unethical Asshole
I got a lifetime’s worth of startup puffery in my eight years as a bank analyst on the PE, VC & hedge fund industry beat. Nothing changes, just the scale and blatancy. Yes, the board was right to fire Sam Altman. Watching his mask slip should surprise no one.

I outsourced my thinking to the same brain as everyone else
Collaboration is friction. Friction is powerful. Everyone “force multiplying” their cognitive output with the same tool is outsourcing to the same nobody.

OpenAI has the governance structure of a unicorn – it does not exist
Ridiculous amounts of self-dealing from a billion-dollar startup? Did we learn nothing from WeWork? And how!

File under: Forgotten tomes

Definitely Maybe by The Strugatskys
Reviewing an obscure Soviet science fiction novel in which the very universe seems to be opposing scientific progress. How many metaphors escaped the censors?

File under: Birding

rufous-crowned sparrows?
It’s not even a birding blog. It’s just someone birding. And this must be supported.

File under: WTF?

Pissgoblins
The sort of hard-hitting content that makes decent monster manuals blush.

File under: The built world

Doors of Turin
Crawling out from under the drunken hutt of door conformity.

File under: Coding for real

Stoppability in Code Design
Part of a series that appears equally worthwhile. A reminder that programming is bimodal communication: You to the machine and you to the next a-hole reading it—even if the next a-hole is guaranteed to be you in four months.*

*Write It So the Next A-hole Can Read It. WIStNACRI is not the best acronym, but I’m not the best person.

”Prins Ali (Reprise)” Retranslated from the Danish Lyrics

Jafar is objectively the best Disney villain, because he's the only one to sing a mocking reprise of the hero's theme song directly to his face while end-of-act-II-ing him. In the Danish dub, Broadway actor Jonathan Freeman is replaced by Nis Bank-Mikkelsen, who weirdly played Aladdin in the 1975-6 shoestring-budget Danish tv miniseries.*

Prince Ali
Yes, one must see
A small change
Believe me
He’s a bit pasty
But truthfully enough 
Here has been sent to you a well-known figure
If fortune presently turns away
Say hello to your glorious Prince Ali!

Yeah, Ali
It’s because
It was formerly Aladdin
A bandit!
I’m going too white
So let me sit
His soul is muddy and bad
It is ample ground
To send the young man one-way
To a very cold and tedious country
That can occur
At the world’s end
It becomes eventually the goal
Whoopee!
Salaam!
Ex-prince Ali!

*The phrase “shoestring-budget Danish tv” is redundant.

“Let It Happen” from Frost

(My kink is retranslating the Danish versions of Disney songs.)

The glittering snow decks the mountain at night
No footprints show the way
An entirely isolated realm and its queen. That’s me.

And the wind’s cry reflects the storm within
I have lost everything to a terrible magic
Shut no one in. Let no one see.
Hold the facade that you are obligated to
Shut off every day. Fold the cover down.
Now shall they receive

Let it happen. Let them see
I reveal myself as I am
Let it happen. Let them see
I shall no longer hide myself
Never more will I listen to them

Yes it storms but
The ice-cold mountain is my true home
When one is at a bit of a distance
All things become so small
And my life in dreadful shackles
Is finished, they must understand
It becomes my great breakthrough
Now I lose my inhibitions and let the line out
Farewell to the tyrrany of duty
I’m free

Let it happen. Let them see.
The strength I’ve received
Let it happen. It continues
With shame and bitter tears
Now I become that which I am
The storm breaks loose

I shake the earth and sky like it’s nothing
Ice crystals spring up and join in a gathering halo
And like crystals rises a thought fairly clear
I’m never going home
Goodbye to that which was

Let it happen. Let them see.
Now the gloves come off
Ice and snow I want to see
I’m ready for a whole new day
And with that, light bursts forth
Winter storms come, but
The ice cold mountain is my true home