Year: 2019

  • Day sixteen

    I almost forgot again! This aging challenge thing, where people are posting pictures of their early avatars and then today — this seems like close to the worst we can do, but maybe it’s just in fun. How many things is that true of, though? I saw one today of a glacier. Literally, 10 years…

  • Day fifteen

    It was easier to find “all my pictures of my dog” in the early days of Flickr, when I used tags for every family member and albums for every trip and no taxonomy was too obscure for me to fret over. Today I wanted to find “all my pictures of my dog” and it was…

  • Day fourteen

    I tweeted once today, but it was a retweet about work, so does it really count? I don’t think so. If you’re not steeping yourself in being an extremely online person and then you crack open the door now and then during a busy day, it’s like a wall of memes stares back at you.…

  • Day thirteen

    Today the boy played in the snow for more than five hours, without lunch, without a drink of water, without a thought about soccer or school or video games — well, it’s likely he talked about all three with his friends, but mostly it was just continuous sled rides until I fetched him sometime past…

  • Day twelve, belated

    My father always told me it takes three weeks to build a habit, but I didn’t make it two before forgetting to type something into this firstnamelastnamedotcom machine. I mean, maybe it’s still yesterday somewhere in the far western Pacific just shy of the international date line? (A fascination to children with globes of all…

  • Day eleven

    Whew I almost forgot to blog tonight! A thing about living in the exurbs is that to anyone else, your neighborhood could look explicitly like Anytown, USA, but to you these are distinct, recognizable views. We live in an exurb with particular tracts of land delineated by homeowners associations, tracts that used to be farm…

  • Day ten

    Dear diary, Today I unfollowed like a thousand people on Twitter. Honestly, who were all those strangers? On one hand, I followed many people for many reasons, and didn’t feel like I added too much mental overhead to my life by clicking the follow button. OTOH tho, omg that was a lot of strangers to…

  • Day nine

    It’s the ninth day of the year, my ninth day in a row thumbtyping something into this publishing machine, because the streak is just getting started. Have I ever blogged here nine days in a row before? Mayyyybe at the beginning, in grad school, excited about everything. Have I ever written nine posts here without…

  • Day eight

    Every morning, I walk the dog along a variable route on our neighborhood sidewalks and paths, usually along the shores of one, two, or three of our little lakes, depending on the weather, her mood, and how many other dogs we see (and avoid — her behavior around other dogs is… suboptimal.) In warm weather,…

  • Day seven

    Did everyone get a sunrise like this today, or is the steam from our friendly neighborhood data centers starting to change our microclimate? Just asking… I remember waking up to smog-filtered kaleidoscope sunrises in New Jersey, sleeping on floors working on student films my junior year of college. That spring, I learned to love sandbags…