Life in the Shadows
Today I put down the curtains at 6:30 PM. Is that how these things start? It’s like I forget how these are shaped, though my fingers have tapped out hundreds.
Today I put down the curtains at 6:30 PM. I live at the 49th parallel and I have an unobstructed view of the setting sun, so murder rays come late in the day. Until now I had been merely subject to this assault but finally there are curtains, and I can keep the sun behind them. Finally it feels like I can exist here on my own terms, at least for a minute.
I also got my first Ethernet run done today. Pulling cable is always a pain but I’m excited to have nice, finished, in-wall cabling for the first time ever. I’m pulling S/FTP cat 6a which is a pain to terminate but makes nice cables. I’m considering a couple of optical runs too, for lower power (and cheaper hardware) 10G links where I won’t need PoE.
Shanda is not doing great. You sprained your ankle and have felt pretty bad about it since. I’m sorry you hurt. Try not to let it ruin your life. Do the things you need to feel better, and skip the ones that get in the way.
I watched @BPS’s Ars Electronica piece today, about prosthetic memory. It’s good. It’s been a while since I’ve kept up with theirs ADs, and while this wasn’t quite one it gave me some perspective on how I want to engage with the all the ADs I’ve skipped. I think the answer is I don’t. Not in a linear way where I try to learn them, to integrate them into my model. I want to be surprised by them when I pull them up by some other reference. I want to see what color they are when I don’t remember. I want to press on my model from the side, to see if it predicts the right shaped holes for where these memories should have been.
There’s a thing in there too, about not being able to meet societal expectations for compliance, being forever foreign to all places and peoples. But I don’t have the taste of it yet.
Someone broke into my mailbox this week. I wonder what they wanted. I feel like you’d have to steal my mail for a year straight to get anything useful in an envelope. I’m also annoyed because the key for is in the mail slot – they could have just unlocked it instead of scratching and bending it to break in. I wonder what (hopefully more interesting) story the person who did it would tell.
D&D happened today, for the first time in a while. Shanda needed rest more than a game, but I had a good time by myself. The old crew brought their game. The new folks let me immediately get into Rick & Morty style narc-yelling situation. It was pretty good. We’re trying to play test C’s new system so it’s a little rough in terms of mechanics at times (and C is so nervous that it’s “wrong”) but we had really good RP today so it held together.
I’m down to 4 SRs, from like 14 a couple of weeks ago. I’m not even back on the queue this week. Tomorrow is a holiday, which also lets me skip my most demanding meetings for the week. There’s bigger news for the day job but not for tonight. For tonight I’m glad for the day off and the SR progress.
ZiB
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