December 04, 2024 at 09:43 AM
Reading update: gave up on Mason & Dixon. Life update: questioning the competitive element of youth music programs.
Reading update: gave up on Mason & Dixon. Life update: questioning the competitive element of youth music programs.
Giving up on Mason & Dixon. Maybe a better summer read. And starting the Roth “Zuckerman” trilogy.
Just now Google Gemini told me that Matt Lauer, Katie Couric, and Meredith Vierra all graduated from The University of Iowa.
“12When you sin against them in this way and wound their weak conscience, you sin against Christ. 13Therefore, if what I eat causes my brother or sister to fall into sin, I will never eat meat again, so that I will not cause them to fall.”
How far does this extend? is a question I’ve long had.
Up early-ish (but never early enough for my conscience) to ready. Nearing the final 100 pages of Plot Against America. The book is picking up steam and seems headed for a tidy resolution. Taking him to class today - Lady Raider donut party - another party. Then maybe fulfilling my dream of a pickleball late afternoon in the autumn shadows.
There was a school lunch worker who often came by my crossing corner and would give me a donut out her car window. I haven't seen them recently. I am worried that they were fired for giving me those donuts.
The fact that apple has a global database of ear shapes is both inspiring and very odd and dystopian. I'm not trying to say they're up to anything nefarious - they use them to determine the shapes of AirPods and other heaphones.
this is what I would like: for you to preserve my personal website digital garden on into the future forevermore
is it possible that changing my font will make me a better person? or make me more productive? i feel like i've been secretly asking that question for around 25 years.
One little thing I low key love about being a crossing guard is that I can stand at my corner and fart as much as I care to
now begins the regression to mean when the talented child sees it isn't enough
I had a sleeping dream that i went to a very traditional style church service with the father of one of my kids's friends from school. Then I had a waking dream that I was in the school hallway and a teacher jerked their head to the side in a signal for me to get up against the wall.
there are folks in iowa who pronounce the SE iowa town Ottumwa, "autumn-wah." which is wrong, of course.
Songs in my head:
I've always been a Check the website kind of person, when I want to find out details of an event. But I should give in and be more of a Just check Facebook kind of person.
Songs in my head:
I am in constant awe and curiosity and filled to the brim with wonder - just by this simple notion: "How do you live? Why are you doing that thing you're doing? Why did you do this thing when you usually do THAT thing (yes, I noticed that you usually do THAT thing, not because I'm weird, but because I am a noticer and I am curious and I care).
Songs in my head:
I wish that the iOS Music app (no, it's not the Apple Music app - it also plays my personally curated library of purchases and uploads) could sort albums by year. There are so many great 3rd party music apps that do this - but I just can't bring myself to pay another 15 to 50 dollars JUST for this feature.
On my reading list for the rest of 24 and into 25:
I figured out how to make Apple Podcasts stations work for me: don't ever manually tend to them. Don't swipe anything to remove episodes, don't mark anything as played or unplayed. Let episodes enter and exit stations of their own accord.
This is the way forward.
Songs in my head:
testing 123. that bad file seeems to be cleared out. now to get the practice charts done.
The Medvedev/Sinner match couldn't be much more different than the matches from the last couple of nights.
You want to have your thoughts solely in your own spot, your own personal digital garden, if you will, but the lure of BEING SEEN, in the same old places, proves too much to overcome.
an iphone really does make the most wonderful paperweight. it can do anything.
Songs in my head:
Songs in my head today:
From the NYT: https://www.nytimes.com/2024/08/26/nyregion/nyc-bus-subway-fare-evasion.html
Fare beaters might also feel emboldened, experts say, because heavy traffic and a lack of bus lanes means that bus service can be slow and unreliable. For some riders, it is simply not worth the price of admission. The pandemic also reinforced the perception that fares were optional, after the authority made bus rides free for a few months in 2020.
Once you give something out for free, there's no turning back.
Songs in my head today:
I truly like Apple's "Spacialize Stereo" feature - but I wish I could have it minus the added reverb.
What would be the problem with just staying here in my chair by the window and reading novels and po-ems for the rest of my days?
On Emily Dickinson: I learned this week that in 2016 an edition of her poems was published which, for the first time, took into account her own prioritization and arrangement of her po-ems. At some point Emily assembled some small batches into booklets, perhaps showing which of her poems she held most dear.
I find it baffling that I had never known this. I have never heard that she did any arranging or other work toward publishing her work. I always assumed that later editors sorted through all the scraps, tried to pin down dates, and published everything all together in the books which exist (Final Harvest, that other newer one), not making any attempt to delineate between a fragment and a complete work.
How can it have taken more than a century for anyone to try and put the Dickinson canon into a form that might bear Emily's stamp of approval?
POV: the coffee beans have turned, but you still have another pound of them to grind through.
Deciding for whom to vote for pres. is about figuring out who you think is the best manager - the one with the best relationships. It's like being able to perceive the hearts of your teenage kids's friends by knowing who they hang out with, who they get along with.
As I thumb through the glossy magazine produced by a local private school, two things stick out to me: generational wealth, and the continued propagation of WASP-y aspirational status seeking. Conventionality. Is that a word? Conventionalness - the condition of fitting into the standard mold.
Songs in my head today:
The poetry of Emily Dickinson still pricks my soul and haunts me. I remember Ed Folsom's class at Iowa, wherein I was made to memorize a po-em (he always had an emphasis on the second syllable).
Now I've just discovered a "new" edition of her po-ems (from 2016) called "Emily Dickinson's Poems as She Preserved Them." Which I must have. Does the library have it?
I used to get The NY Times in print for free from the stands that were placed throughout the University of Iowa campus. You swiped your student ID in the hopper, popped the lid, and grabbed a paper. I would sit at my desk, paper open, with a notebook, and write down notes on articles as I went.
I don't really know why I did this. But I did it for years.
Songs in my head this morning:
I successfully pushed an update to my personal site that automatically sorted my "Reading" section by the most recently updated page. It uses the .md file into to sort things around. This made me pretty darn proud - because it's exactly how I wanted it to look.
Listen: I'm no web design genius. But an idea and or two, sparked into flame by the info and tutorials available online can get you very far down the path.
Today I randomly sang a quote from The National, "I'm going through an awkward phase," in my best Matt Behringer baritone and it made my daughter laugh out loud.
This is an official test of the push from the Mac. Using my long sought after method of creating a file via the terminal and then using mate to edit in Textmate.
Testing a sync pull
The French love for their little Victor reminds me of Hawkeye fans love for Caitlin Clark. Bordering on obsession. I write this while wearing an Iowa shirt bearing her number.
When the strings kick in on Wall of Eyes. And you know This isn't a The Smile. It's a Radiohead record. Post-Radiohead. Okay.
Decided to go out to Braum's for end of summer after soccer ice cream. The kids were messing around with the salt shaker - one tasted some and remarked "Too salty!"
I forgot what I was going to write, just now. But I'm excited to be writing what I forgot to write from my new/old 2014 Macbook Air.
Iowa football enters the preseason rankings at number 25. Something to watch this year. I'm hoping to attend a slate of local high school games and soak in and report on their various cultures.
Those Stone Temple Pilots records - I think they hold up pretty well today. Core … is pretty MEH. But especially Purple and Tiny Music … they were sort of a tad bit reviled by the alt-rock punky purists of the time … but they sound good now.
"I just hope it inspires Mattison to see her papa working hard."
Spoken as the true inner monologue of workaholic parents everywhere. Suddenly realizing that all the time they thought they had went up in smoke.
My new parenting book says
Months have passed in the story. And I love how when reading a novel, you can fluidly move back and forward in time.
We've been muddling through a trying ordeal of a soccer tournament. It's at the beach. All the parking area flooded. And the weather has been bad. On again off again. Now it's on again.
The warp and the woof of it all.
Let's just take for example, Namibia.
Saw Inside Out 2. Enjoyed it and it was worth seeing. Not as thoroughly captivating as the first. BUT - the portrayal of Anxiety was spot on, I thought. The color orange seemed exactly the correct color. And the voice (Maya Hawke) evoked a touch of sympathy but also an edginess - it was always teetering on the verge of losing control - yet continued to stay the course and believe in her good intentions. Powerful.
For an unknown reason I'm thinking of the Iowa State Cyclone basketball teams of the early 2000's. Eustachy's teams. And when he showed up at that student party. And the star player was ... someone ... Tinsley. And the big guy — I can't remember his name.
I'm getting quicker and quicker to just declare RSS bankruptcy and mark everything for a day As Read.
The thrill of finding a new sound or a song that speaks. It still makes my heart come to life and thump.
Mowed the grass today. Used one of my N95 masks, which didn't leave me a pile of snot for the rest of the day after.
The way some parents converse about youth sports. It sounds like life or death. Maybe it is? Work, little one, to appease the watchful eyes, full of wrath and wild expectations.
Nobody cares about my life story, my thoughts, what I'm feeling, my opinion on any matter, what I did today or any day.
In the future, I think I might need to become an occasional Apple Music subscriber. I'll do a month or two, compile a list of stuff I'm really liking, cancel the sub, then go on to purchase those records to own outright.
I think that my job in the world is just to notice things - pick up on vibes - hear the undertone in a person's voice. To try to be curious and take a closer look.
I thought the sound quality of the original AirPods Pro was satisfactory. Even good. But the second gen model is so much better that I feel embarrassed to have held my prior belief. They're my favorite headphones ever.
Could every work of art in whatever format be about 12 minutes long? Or whatever the equivalent of 12 minutes of time is in "weight" or amount or quantity.
What happened to the young man who used to spend piles of quarters playing Virtual Tennis at the Old Capitol Mall arcade.
I eavesdropped on a job interview during our visit to In N Out for free hot chocolate The candidate kept saying how much he liked their burgers and chili fries.
I'm fairly certain they don't serve chili fries ...
Felt a bit sorry for the candidate.
Lawson is feeling a bit under the weather today. He was up last night for several hours - hoping he will snooze a bit this morning. I think he might have a fever.
In other news: the churches here were full of sympathy for Israel after Oct 7 - which was good and right. And we prayed for them to recover - and inadvertently also prayed for the success of a murderous military mission - which is now dehumanizing millions of innocent normal people. And where is the church now - where is the sympathy.
I had never listened to Sun Kil Moon prior to the other day - but I remember all the acclaim in the mid teens - and after listening to Benji, I just don't get it. Sometimes the songs are lovely, but the rambling of the singing - a vibe I would enjoy in theory - but it just felt dumb and pointless.
As I get older I'm increasingly convinced that, truly, nothing good happens after 10 PM. For me at least. Life would be better if I could flip my schedule and always be awake at 5.
I've decided that I'll probably need to have Apple Music AND continue to buy music. To actually own and possess the stuff I care about. Or maybe get a record player again and buy vinyl.
Do you sometimes feel it would be the best use of your remaining time to sit down and just read as many books as possible? I do. Just to do nothing else at all. Ever. And expire your final breath in the chair of reading.
Watching The Banshees of Inishirin
I still feel the past and my experiences buried there as if they were the present. The big long now. Memories are bubble up and seem real in the moment and as if they are happening again and again.
This is a Joyce-an puzzlement: Carol Oates will write a short paragraph that uses two tenses of "penetrate."
Throbbing notes "penetrating." The Jesters who "penetrated" the very air
It's a feat.
There's a couple here, one wearing a Pantera shirt and one wearing a Mudvayne shirt. At least I assume they're a couple.
I like my kids to see me with a book in hand, if at all possible. Instead of scrolling or poking or prodding at a device. So I try to be up before them and be reading on the couch.