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When I’m power puttering around my house, getting this and that thing done, I occasionally notice an empty area of a room — maybe with a chair or two arranged haphazardly — and my imagination leaps to some conclusion about what could occur in this space — who could be gathered here, or what daily activity could occur here. Same with a few toys scattered around — noticing the way a room has changed order or contents — ghosts of what has occurred here recently. “What if this random arrangement of toys or a pair of shorts on the ground or a discarded slip of paper on the living room rug were all I had left of a person” my imagination wonders.

It saddens to see parents (dads and moms alike) lead their online bios with the quantity of their offspring – much like academics lead with their list of earned titles and degrees. It turns me off and signals to me that This individual wears their quantity of offspring as a badge of honor deserving of praise and awe. You have 6 children? Or 2? Or 12? Great – but don’t wear one of the most ordinary and basic pieces of what humankind has always done as a badge. At least don’t lead with it.

I found a giant old TV antenna mounted on the rafters in my attic. After finding the right connection adapter, and running the wires down to the living room, I can pick up all the local station. Watching Wheel of Fortune became appointment viewing again – and free live sports is a bonus. This is how I grew up – on 5 over the air channels.

There’s no replacement for just Showing Up – to whatever you’ve committed to do. Finding a way to be there and to give your best toward whatever goal is at hand. It might always not feel worthwhile to remain committed to an organization, a cause, a community – whatever your thing is. But your committment will shape you, and those you work alongside.

Got sappy there for a minute. But it’s a plea to hang on, out there. Stay in it.

Decided to renew Apple TV and dive back into Silo. Then Widows Bay. Then the latest LASSO.

There is a self-hosted piece of financial software I’ve become interested in today. It seems like it may be a good fit. I’ve finally discovered a taste for tallying figures.

I think it would be neat if part of the reform of the American football system and culture involved swapping out tackle football in high schools for flag football. It would still be darn exciting, and not so, as it tend to be, on occasion — darn ponderous and boring and slow.

somehow i wound up as a beta tester for Domino’s Pizza online order system – and now I’m receiving $5 off every time we do an order for family pizza night. which is fun.

I received an email from the Dallas Symphony Orchestra that this year’s “Student Card” was “live.” I called the box office to see if I could quickly buy one to add to my already existing account. For the attendant, in their system, the student card was not yet listed as “live,” but I should be able to purchase it on the website. I navigated to the DSO website in my internet browser – and the site was under construction and down for all purchases. This was 3 days ago. Returning to the site today to check into the matter, I filled out the student card purchase form, pressed “Purchase,” and watched as nothing happened.

Just ……. why?

Finally got the new Textpattern based site completely operational. Now to comb back through my articles and notes and links and every other thing, and add categories. And actually try and write a paragraph and not just tinker.

There is a particular smell to paper that has sat in a room for thirty years. It is not quite dust, not quite vanilla, not quite decay. It is the smell of time having done its work quietly.

I opened a paperback this morning and was immediately ten years old again, reading on the floor of my grandmother’s house.

Some objects are memory machines.

Spent the afternoon configuring a completely clean installation of Textpattern 4.9. There is something profoundly satisfying about working with an engine that doesn’t try to dictate your presentation layer. No bloated block editors, no mess—just words, semantic tags, and database entries. Proudly boring and permanent indeed.