2020-03-26 - having left the house twice in the last three weeks
I read an article that says people are baking bread like crazy right now because it gives them a feeling of control in a turbulent time. But also, I just made some really tasty bagels.
2020-03-16 - hours after a lockdown was declared for san francisco and surrounding counties on account of the deadly pandemic sweeping the planet, wreaking havoc on families, lives, and economies.
Man the world's a mess right now.
2020-01-20 - last hours of the long weekend I'll spend awake
Back at my apartment, and my fiancee is back too. Weird thing, though. She was abroad for a wedding and a volcano erupted. Covered a big city in ash. And it threatened to erupt again, when her travel plans called for her to be even closer. Admittedly, I've never worried about a volcano before, but life throws some curveballs I guess.
Well, anyways, we noped her right out of there, routing her through Korea on the way back. But before we changed her travel, there was some real fear involved, on everyone's part. Whoo-ee.
2019-12-31 - a few hours before the new year's party
I've been at home, which is why it's been quiet on the ol' tilde.
Home is good. Thanks for asking. It's really nice to see folks, and I'm fortunate that there are so many to see. But seeing all of them takes a lot of time.
A strange trend is that no one seems super thrilled with life. Not, like, cripplingly so (for the most part), but more like quietly dissatisfied.
Maybe that's an age thing. Folks starting to see where things might come out and that finality bringing a little sadness, even if "where it might come out" isn't such a bad spot.
That's a total fallacy, of course. It ain't over till it's over, and all. But I can see where that kind of thinking would come from.
I was walking in the woods with a friend when she revived an old idea from college. Just fucking off and living with a bunch of friends in a castle-y kinda place out in the middle of nowhere. Sounded kinda good, actually.
2019-12-20 - eight hours before my morning flight home
The festive spirit continues. Had one party on a boat. That was not great. Had another party at the museum of modern art. Also not great. Had one party at a house. That was lovely.
The people didn't know each other well, at first. But the space was small, the wine was flowing, and the ice broke quickly. I got "Sons of Anarchy: Men of Mayhem" (the board game) as a white elephant gift. Can't ask for much more than that.
2019-12-16 - after the xmas thing
The xmas thing went well. Food was good. Gifts were good. Company was good.
Sometimes I think holiday cheer is trite and contrived. Sometimes I don't.
File tonight under "don't".
2019-12-15 - before bed
We went camping this weekend. Did some outdoor climbing, which was fun.
We were tired afterwards. But we're hosting an xmas thing tomorrow. So we went to safeway to buy lots of stuff.
Driving home, I was looking at the news. I saw a few-days-old story about a college girl who was stabbed/killed in New York City. The girl's name was familiar, so I looked her up.
Turns out, her dad was my undergrad creative writing professor.
Stand up guy, her dad. He was handed a cushy life and gave it the middle finger so he could become successful his own way. And he did become successful. Published a few books, became a tenured creative writing professor. I spent a lot of time in his office. Got loads of great advice I didn't follow.
My creative writing professor. His daughter was stabbed to death in a park in New York City.
I didn't know his daughter. But from the articles I've read, seems like she was cut from the same cloth as him. Rebellious, gifted, cool. "Shone brightly," said one article. She played bass and sang in a few bands. Liked to write. Studied journalism.
The articles also said: his daughter was stabbed to death by pair of boys, aged 13 and 14. Just kids. They lived in a bad part of town.
...how are you supposed to feel about that?
2019-12-13 - sometime in the evening
My cat is named Penny.
I'm guess I'm here because I write things.
Sometimes I write things that are prose. I'm trying to write a book that way.
Sometimes I write things that are code. This is one of those things. I do it professionally, too.
I have to confess that I have another website. You can see it here if you'd like.
It's nice to create a space that doesn't have any needs.