The Personal Website of Jeremy Boles

I spent a good chunk of my day writing about a long walk I took, so I figure I might as well get a second walk in.

Reading my own writing aloud brings up childhood trauma about being made to read in front of the class.

I was told that I am “Cheap with money, wildly extravagant with time” and I intend to give this the consideration it deserves, at length, over several days, for free.

If I could go back in time, I would buy the previous owners of my house a tape measure.

I’m going to need to start getting into pottery to offset all of the ceramic stuff that I’ve been breaking around here lately.

One thing I came to appreciate during my walk along Hadrian's Wall was public sidewalks. Springfield lacks them even on major, busy roads. It feels like you’re playing Frogger at times.

I started the day by getting sucked into a rathole, reading about our president’s crypto dealings and then promptly dropped the ceramic coffee dripper that my daughter got me for Father’s Day into our cast iron kitchen sink, cracking it. Today is shaping up to be a good one.

7 a.m. Monday, on hold with banks. This too is part of life’s glorious mosaic.

I spent the rest of my day honing the atlas articles and revisiting old ideas and trips. I had a lot of fun reminiscing about my trip to Tanzania in 2014.

I’ve spent my morning staring at a terminal, porting old wiki entries I’d collected over the years into my atlas. With any luck, that section of my website will be live soon.

I’m up early this morning roasting some cauliflower before the day warms up.

It’s been ten years since Apple killed the headphone jack, and I’m still bitter about it.

I’ve been having a difficult time slowing down and getting some writing done, but this morning I closed everything except for Vim and collected my thoughts about the thing I've been working on over the last few weeks.

Sometimes trying to run Linux feels like being one of those historical reenactors who pretend to live as life used to be, all while living a life that in no way meshes with the real world.

I spent all morning writing about some of the programming I did last week. It was great to collect my thoughts, but all I have to show for it is a jumbled mess of words at this point. It’s going to take quite a bit more work to get it to a point where I’d want to put my name on it.

Writing is hard.

It’s 4:30 in the morning, and I’m cooking some salmon to have with lunch before the day gets hot.

It’s about time I get out for one of my walks since coming home, and this heat makes me want to immediately go back inside.

I’m finally feeling better this morning, more like myself, and I feel like I can finally let everything that happened on this last trip sink in. There’s a bit of nervousness about the future, but there’s also a lot of hope and excitement.

The 2 a.m. wake-up… this is where the jet lag always gets me.

It’s been a busy first day back so far. I’m already feeling ready for bed, and it’s only 1 p.m.!