We had a small birthday party, organized by DevriX and celebrated 22 years of WordPress with cupcakes, snacks, and beer.
I remember the days of building custom CMSs from scratch for every project. Each one came with the same recurring challenges: handling forms, fighting spam, scaling images, building a page editor, and so on. WordPress—and a few of its competitors—helped democratize this process. It made web publishing and commerce accessible to everyone and created fertile ground for the open web to thrive.
Today was my first visit to the spring fair. The weather was cold and rainy, most tents were semi-closed or not open at all. I walked by a small fraction of the fair, visited two of the four publishers I wanted to find.
I plan to come back around the end of the week, when I have more time, and hopefully the books aren’t wet. There’s also a book signing with Julie Kagawa scheduled at the Pro Book tent on Saturday and Sunday. I hope to have a chance to meet her.
And my first round of harvest
Silo part 2 – Shift, Murderbot 4, and the latest translated book by Harlan Coben – Think Twice. I like his naming convention. Books are named like blog posts.
This wild flower can be purchased as a garden plant in Sofia. We found it at around 2000 meters altitude. It’s called something like stone-loving Arabis in Bulgarian. There were lots of rocks around it.
We had a successful third hike this spring. We took a very adventurous path this time, one between the peaks Golyam and Malak Rezen. I suspect most people in Sofia do not know that the peaks they see every day are called like that, and are not Cherni Vrah. Also, even those who know, probably don’t know the most scenic route to the top is between them. Going to the top usually happens from the left or the right of both peaks, and the middle looks like a giant impenetrable rock. There are, however, paths in the middle. We took one.
The path was steep but fine, with the exception of one very large snow patch, which we had to circle around through the shrubs. We were completely alone until the Golyam Rezen peak, only saw one person who was maybe an hour ahead of us and chose to crawl on the snow patch. We saw his lonely steps on the snow.
Once we reached the open area, the wind was mind-blowing and cold, perhaps around 0°C. We were prepared with windproof jackets, gloves, hats, and even one face mask for the little one, which he used as a scarf.