The Personal Website of Jeremy Boles

Home ownership is the gift that keeps on giving. Three broken windows, one leaky toilet, one flooded basement, and a partridge in a pear tree.

My mind has been jumping around between too many projects lately. I ought to take some time to weed out and wrap up some of these things.

It’s all fun and games until someone shames you for having green bubbles in their messages.

I have been doing a lot of creative coding and general building lately, and I feel like part of my soul has finally returned to me.

Some nights are just a grilled-cheese-for-dinner nights.

It was violent, and there was even some sadness and regret, but I mowed over the small rose garden that I did not have the time or energy to maintain.

My basement sounds like a data center with all of the fans I have running down there to help things dry out after all of the rain.

I have really enjoyed getting into Elixir again and having the BEAM virtual machine available.

I’ve settled into a “bachelor” meal that I like to make when the kids are at their mother’s house on the weekend: farinata and a cold beer. I got the batter put together for dinner this evening. It only takes a few minutes to do; I just have to remember to do it early so it has enough time to sit all day.

I had a no-judgment realization today that I spend far more time planning to write or building tools to help with writing than I do any actual writing.

Fireflies are one of my favorite things about living here, and I have not yet taken the time this summer to be outside in the late evening just to enjoy them. This changes now.

The house is just about in order this morning… just in time for the chaos to arrive again.

Losing my job last month has certainly upped the stress level around here, especially given that I am still in the middle of going through a divorce. I must say, though, I’m quite content to no longer be working for a billionaire.

I think I’d forgotten how much of a joy it is to wake up early and hack on my website a bit before starting the rest of my day.

I am falling asleep in front of the television before the sun sets, like an old man, these days.

I have really run out of steam when it comes to working on projects around the house. And there is still an endless list of things to do around here.

An unease about where I fit into things is a thread you can follow throughout my entire time of making a living by doing things with computers. But I’m not sure I’ve ever had more questions about where I fit into all of it than I do now.

The busier and more packed-full the day before, the earlier my brain starts up, craving some space.

The morning hours are mine. They are my time to get my thoughts in order before the world wakes up and the pressures of life start to wear my energy away.

My son wanted to have a “dude night,” so we ate the pizza we ordered right out of the box and played Ori and the Blind Forest.