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I likely get too much enjoyment from watching the neighborhood squirrels. It’s good that I can’t keep any of them straight, or I would probably start naming them.

I’ve always liked Human Sadness, by Julian Casablancas+The Voidz. It’s certainly not for everyone, but I find it profound and haunting, similar to Interpol’s Mind Over Time, which has a completely different sound, but which I would also describe in the same way.

Every once in a while I think about posting on Facebook once again.  It’s hard to think of any positives that Facebook brings to the world, and I’m  someone who thinks it’s been pretty disastrous for society in general.  But perhaps ignoring it isn’t the right path either. 

I’m always weirded out when people spell out “okay”. What kind of time do these people have? They’re obviously not operating at peak efficiency.

Really enjoyed the short story Utriusque Cosmi by Robert Charles Wilson. I’ll have to check out more of his work.

I have a weekend marked on the calendar a few weeks away — “Do nothing at home”. Perhaps I should mark out a few more weekends.

I haven’t had an afternoon of just pure design work in quite some time. This is fantastic!

I think that the entire idea of upvotes/downvotes/liking/etc.. has probably damaged society to a far greater degree than what we realize.

Read some David Foster Wallace – an American writer and professor who published novels, short stories, and essays. Wallace published three short story collections: Girl with Curious Hair (1989); Brief Interviews with Hideous Men (1999), which was adapted into a 2009 film; and Oblivion: Stories (2004). His short stories and essays were published in outlets like The New Yorker and Rolling Stone magazines, and three collections of his essays were published as books: A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again (1997); Consider the Lobster (2005); and Both Flesh and Not (2012). Wallace also taught English and creative writing at Emerson College, Illinois State University, and Pomona College. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Foster_Wallace

I still don’t have a good way of dealing with bombs thrown into my daily schedule.

It’s generally at this point every year, after I return from a trip to the lush Pacific Northwest, that I begin wondering how far I have to drive to get close to that level of lushness.

My daily schedule in Dash has become a bit of a journal as well. I’ll add events for breaks taken, and for more special ones, I’ll write a little note and tag it as “life”, so I can view all of those together. It’s kind of nice to read little happenings during the day that I would normally forget.

I like the morning after a long exhausting day. I slept really hard overnight and I like the feeling after that type of rest (the night before I woke up at 5am and didn’t get tons of sleep, then drove down California). I’m even wondering if I should routinely just see if I can recreate the setup, perhaps wake up early on a Friday so I’m pretty tired by the time Friday evening comes around, and then just have a blissful, hard sleep Friday night into Saturday.

Whenever I’m in Bend, I always get the sense that I’m doing life wrong.

Sometimes it’s just really nice to work in the car, out random backroads. Getting things accomplished, but being able to look out the window, seeing trees, hearing the birds, …

I went ahead and tried a variant of my normal pizza dough recipe over the weekend. Went with a 40% bread flour, 60% 00 flour instead of my usual 100% 00 flour (which is just a Neapolitan style, although I add olive oil, so it’s not really Neapolitan). I think it’s super-promising. I lowered the temperature — about 675 degrees. I was able to still get some leopard spotting on the crust (not as good as straight Neapolitan), but was also able to get more of a crunch on the bottom of the pizza.

Lost another of the covid-era outdoor dining patios that took over a couple of street parking spots. I’ve seen a couple disappear over the past couple of months, which fills me with a little bit of dread that we’ll lose more. So now, instead of a nice spot for people to eat and to heighten the overall street atmosphere, we have space for two more cars to sit, taking up space.

A Few San Diego Bakeries to Try: Wayfarer (Bird Rock), Izola (Downtown), Bonjour Patisserie (Little Italy), Secret Sister (South Park)

It’s always just been a part of capitalism, basically the notion that if I run a company with employees, I’m potentially profiting quite a bit off their work. Sure, they’re being compensated, but as the employer, I’ll take my cut — sometimes a very large cut. It’s always on some level, bugged me a little. Perhaps a bright spot of AI is that there is a potential to move beyond that necessary bit of exploitation.

I keep forgetting that May and June in San Diego, with the gray skies and drizzle, is the time of year for soups, chili, pot pies, and other fall meals.