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How to build a f**king printer

nishantjosh.dev

I was planning to build an e-ink display when I came across the Xteink X3 online. Somewhere in the fine print, it said the thing was fully programmable.

I was sold.

When it arrived, I liked how flat it was. It felt solid in my hand. I started adding things to the CrossPoint firmware: a different boot animation, dice I could roll by shaking the reader, a LinkedIn QR code for SF networking events.

But getting stuff onto it was tedious. I had to join its hotspot and open a little upload website in my browser.

Yuck.

While looking for a nicer way to send things to it, a thought struck me. If it looks like paper, it should act like paper.

I should be able to print on it.

August 2026

Coffee
Dog looking out a window
Dog laying on carpet
Dog supermanning on a couch
Wine

Em dashes are fucking amazing

psychotechnology.substack.com

I don’t give a shit what the “oh yeah let’s examine this piece of writing with a magnifying glass for any signs of AI” crowd thinks. I don’t give a shit that AI figured out how to produce em dashes before these online troglodytes did. Typing em dashes is not an AGI-complete problem. It’s not that difficult to produce an organic, artisanal, hand-crafted em dash — on Mac, for example, it’s simply Option + Shift + Hyphen.

kant.au

kant.au

A little tool I have been working on.

See everything. Fix it before anyone notices.

DNS. Security. Performance. Email Deliverability. Subdomains. All in one place.

Proactive domain monitoring that catches subdomain takeovers, email delivery failures, and performance issues before they become client emergencies. Not just alerts — intelligence.

On Loving a Senior Dog

notes.jeddacp.com

Caretaking for a senior dog wears on the soul. You find yourself noticing EVERYTHING, from the way they get up, to how slow they’re eating compared to before, or whether today feels just a little better than yesterday. You celebrate the smallest wins while quietly carrying the weight of what tomorrow might bring.

Cocoa isn’t just my dog. She’s my soul dog. The only way I’ve ever been able to explain it is that it feels like, in another lifetime, we were one soul that somehow found its way back together again in this one.