Springfield MO US
I’m still feeling full from all my birthday celebrations this year.
This little corner of my website is where I collect things from the everyday goings-on in my life. It’s a chronicle, exhibit, and junk-drawer all at once. I have not had a social media profile in quite a few years now, so this part of my website fills a similiar purpose to what those places did for me in years past.
I’m still feeling full from all my birthday celebrations this year.
I’m finally out on my first walk in two days after eating sweets all day.
A year ago today I was eating a sandwich while leaning up against Hadrian’s Wall.
It’s bananas that I must have a LinkedIn profile to apply for a job.
First day of school pizza.
These sweaty nights are unpleasant. I’m looking forward to autumn.
I’ve lived here for nine months and I’m still not used to the sounds this house makes.
Sad that the AI companies landed on an aesthetic so close to my own: earthtones, serif fonts, em-dashes. First they took my job, then they took my sense of self.
Canon’s pitch for the Cat. Two keys under the space bar instead of a mouse: hold one, type where you want to be, let go. Most of what I want out of owl was worked out in 1987 and then discontinued.
Hacking at five in the morning.
When my mind starts bouncing around on syncing issues and distributing data, I probably need to be thinking about a notebook instead of computers.
I’m catching up with Vadim about our summers.
I’m doing some writing on an old netbook like it’s 2009.
It’s too hot here to want to do much of anything.
Getting old is wanting to redesign your website because the text you yourself wrote a week ago is too small to read in the early hours of the morning.
A weekend with no set plans is like a blank sheet of paper: exciting, full of possibilities, and still empty if all you do is stare at it. This morning, however, rest is in order, so I’m floating in the vast void of nothingness, with a cup of coffee.
I’m getting out for a post-storm walk before it gets dark.
I Built a Blog and Forgot to Write
It’s easy to lose sight of why we’re doing something when the thing we’re doing is complex.
My mind has been such a jumble lately. The things I need to do and the things I want to get done keep stacking on top of each other, higher and higher, a Jenga tower that feels one nudge from going over.
Grabbing some coffee with Claire before an appointment.