Today at work I g-chatted a coworker that Apple updates are like corporate gaslighting. Then things went downhill ( Read more... )

Today I came to understand that horology is like philosophy in that its practitioners share a grim, cheeky wit. Thus, look to sundials. Upon them, find inscribed a motto that represents a timekeeper's worldview ( Read more... )

Due to a lack of outward destinations, I have turned my attentions back to the internal and, once again, find myself enmeshed in a period of journal review. ...That's this journal, to be clear. I always find something that makes me go "oh oh oh!" Just now, it was ( Read more... )

Friends, let me warn you how easy it is to stop taking showers.

This afternoon I sat on the stoop at Don's place for a cup of coffee that turned into an hour's worth of conversation (a not-uncommon occurrence). We wended along a common thread for hypothetical thought noodling - the old "would you go back to an earlier point in your life with of all your current knowledge and experience" question. Invariably, ( Read more... )

Last night I had a dream about a poor little duckling but it was probably actually about Gonzalo. Sometimes I forget that he's getting to be quite old. But sometimes I remember.

At work today I proceeded through the monotony of QCing Chromebooks with the assistance of podcasts, as has become usual for me. One of these was a discussion between two writers who usually work together on another podcast I admire (Welcome to Nightvale). The two discussed their difficulties creating work during the pandemic and suggested ways for ( Read more... )

It's fascinating to look back and see how much my mood has changed, incrementally though it came; the ponderous progress of transforming back into myself ( Read more... )

Welcome home to the present moment.
Welcome home to this burn.
Maybe the welcome is continuous.

What a time. Meditation followed by poly cocktails. Swing dance on the horizon. Winter is a challenge - a war between too much and too little.