Good morning. Hello. How are you? #1007
Jane and school recalcitrance, time travel dream with Emma Watson, a compendium of drunken Captios, the excavator cometh, the new Cindy Wilson album is awesome.
Good morning! Hello! How are you? Nice weekend? All well? Have a nice weekend? My weekend was great, thanks for asking. Marked contrast to this morning, where Jane was fairly relentless in her utter antipathy toward getting out of bed, getting dressed and going to school. To the point where when we got to the school, she wrapped the straps to her car seat around her arms, locked them, and made it fairly close to impossible for me and the poor PTA volunteer (we are not allowed to get out of the car it is so annoying) to get her out of the truck. The whole line was backed up behind me, through the parking lot, out on to the road, but Jane didn’t care. Really was an impressive display of will, honestly ought to be rewarded. I reiterated that she did not have to go to school anymore if she got out of school and told us she did not like it, for ten days straight. What is going to be the problem, I can tell now, is that she is going to say, every afternoon, that she had fun, but every morning she won’t want to go. I suspect it is sleep related, but we put her to bed early enough she just doesn’t want to go to sleep. Also it’s probably not sleep related (never mind the contradiction here’s the point) because this weekend she woke up even earlier both days. Shit, one day she was up, dressed, had played with LEGO for a while and was in bed with me snuggling all before what time we expect her to get up on school days.
Clearly she can see with a more holistic perspective in the morning, and I suspect it’ll be worse on Mondays, since she just had a whole weekend of doing whatever the fuck she wants and now she realizes that is coming to an end for a while.
And poor Emma is gonna have to do this by herself for the next four mornings and poor Jane is going to have to keep going to school. This is going to go just great.
Needless to say I feel guilty for traveling but it needs to be done and Emma does not seem to begrudge it but boy it really does a number on you, let me tell you. If we can just make it through this week, at least I can bear the burden solo and protect my poor wife from this entire affair.
Because, you know, I am widely known for my patient parenting, lack of temper and profound love of mornings.
On Friday the excavator came and it was great. The tore up the front “yard” of the new house and dug giant trenches for where the footing walls of the greenhouse are going to go. This guy was so good. They found an electrical cable underground and he did not cut it. Dude separated out the vegetation from the topsoil and the topsoil from the clay beneath, leaving it all in. Separate piles so I can re-use it as appropriate. All pro. We had a very long talk about electric cars and trucks.
My partner Ricardo oversaw the whole affair and the sales rep from Teco-Bloc came by to discuss with Ricardo the choice of block we are using on our footing wall. And Ricardo mentioned I was his partner in the pool contracting company and the dude gave me a Teco-Bloc trucker’s hat, and I am so excited to have received my first contracting industry swag I am a real contracting dude now it is very exciting.
I didn’t get too too many other home improvement chores done this weekend. I got a new tool caddy built and I got the new giant Dewalt thickness planer set up, that is exciting. That took a very long time. An entire day, really. Oh and yet more holes in the attic floor looking at joists. So many joists. Hopefully that’s the last time.
Thank you all for your comments about recirculating oven vents. There are many of you that have them and love them. There are many of you that had them and hate them. It is fascinating. I will do due diligence (one L) and explore a few other more options, but I suspect this is the path. Need to figure it out before they start the roof.
Friday night, Saturday morning I had an amazing time travel dream that was a movie starring Emma Watson and some handsome leading man and I played the sidekick. It was one of those Notebook-type things. The rough plot seems to be that the leading man and Emma Watson were an item once, but some sort of time disaster happened and separated them, and she was obliterated and he was thrown through time, along with his trusty sidekick Rick. And we would pop in and out of Emma Watson’s life as she grew up. And by her early 20’s she dimly knew that these two dudes were randomly appearing in her life, having seen them ten or so times through the decades, and she noticed that as she gets older they never do — the inverse McConaughey, if you will. We had to spend, oh, something like four or five years in this time storm, popping into her life for a day, or an hour, and then disappearing again. And it had been getting to us. And so we started drinking. Constantly. And we popped in on her in college and leading man dude was tanked and acting like a complete idiot and Emma Watson came in and was disgusted with his antics and I was like “Haven’t you figured it out? Haven’t you noticed how we’ve been in your life, the same age, for your entire life? We are trapped in time? It’s fun enough for me, I’m a loner, but this dude is trapped in time and in love with you and there is no hope. We’ve been with you your whole life. We’ve already seen your 50’s, your 70’s. This time storm will never end.”
And then Jane came in and woke me up.
Not long after I got an email from Evernote saying they were going to raise my annual pricing from $69 a year to $129 a year which really is quite amazing, an 89% increase. Pretty ballsy. Alas it did not work for them, because it inspired me to slowly, manually, migrate all of my Evernote notes from Evernote to Apple’s Notes.app, one notebook at a time. And I took the opportunity to organize them properly. It took, oh, I’m gonna say six hours. 11,422 notes. But it is done. I cancelled my Evernote subscription. I also organized all of my Captios: I have an app on my phone home screen that lets me send a quick email to myself. It also sends a copy to Evernote. I deal with it in Mail and then the Evernote is an archive in case I had some brilliant idea.
I’ve not yet figured out how to replicate that latter functionality with notes. You cannot email yourself a Note. I will probably need to figure something out with automator and filters, but it’s gonna take forever. I will live in the meantime.
Anyway, I filed the Captios from 2021, 2022 and 2023. I have a folder called “Drunken Captios.” Here are a few gems I uncovered:
This is where things get fuzzier and we have to use judgement and gut
Hello nurse I didnt fuck yo [up?] the statin
I did a little bit of it my thing didnt go good
I got no one to call or dream of when I’m drunk right now but i still feel good when I’m drunk. It’s not escapism it’s something else.
I did forget that
Assuming the planet doesn’t die, there will be phd theses (plural) written on the bathroom break etiquette of zoom calls 2020-2022
How do we keep in touch
Maybe being rich, getting drunk, and wallowing in how awful the world is and how awful the country is… and just doing that over and over…is not a functional way to live?
If I ended up living alone I’d be one night away from whore’s baths with Dude Wipes
Every pain I’ve ever written about or complained about is still there. They don’t go away. They just become part of living.
What's going to happen to bands that aren't on streaming services. If they [the services] win, and they're the future, the world won't know about these bands. Maybe we're building the Star Trek computer right now, and it'll be an AI composed of millions of microservices to the APIs and libraries that are already out there. It's often written that way in the stories. And the poor trek computer won't know anything about Coil's "Ostia" or Bark Psychosis' "All Different Things." It probably won't even know that such wonderful bands like Johanna's House of Glamour and Beautiful Pea Green Boat existed at all. Whole movements will disappear, because whatever random dude that owned C'Est La Morte or Third Stone Records just never got around to putting their catalog up, and the band members didn't want to or didn't care to. History will just forget about them. And they mattered, to some extent.
Drink and I had. Roll isn’t ideas then. No ideas all within the span of brushing my teeth there is no profundity here
There is no profundity here.
Listened to the Olivia Rodrigo album and the Slowdive album about five times each while doing the Captios. They are both really good. First song on the Olivia album is outright amazing, really astonishing composition.
Justa mix for you today. I mean, yes, it ends with two songs totaling 20 minutes between them, but it’s just pop music, baybee. The new Cindy Wilson (of the B-52s fame) album is finally out and it is so, so good I love it so much. New Blackpink would be an indie banger if it was from Alvvays, who I forgot to go see this weekend, whoops.
Okay talk tomorrow. Not sure exactly when because I have a morning flight. Wish me luck.
PS I am not not talking about 9/11 because of some sort of self absorption. I am not talking about 9/11 because of the exact opposite.