Good morning. Hello. How are you? #1131
Sleeping in, eye appointment, Apple Vision Pro high-prescription update, MDMA therapy, solar shingles update, Waterloo Sunset and tracheotomies, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
Good morning, I mean, if you live on the West Coast or Alaska. Good afternoon to you East Coasters, and good evening to the three or so European readers. Sorry I’m late. Emma wonderfully let me sleep in this morning, and she did Jane morning. It was amazing. I could hear Jane screaming about some thing, and I just went back to sleep. For two and a half more hours. I slept over 10 hours. It was amazing. Do I feel any better for it? No. But during those two and a half hours, I felt much, much better for it.
And then I had to go to the eye doctor, so I have things to report! First: My vision actually improved, my bad eye going down to negative 10 from -10.5, so this means I could now get an Apple Vision Pro if I wanted. My weird obsessive compulsion to buy one has died down a little bit, but not gone away completely. I am going to proceed with the previous plan and buy the lenses and take ‘em to the Apple store for a demo. Were I Matt Levine, I would link to the previous edition of GMHHAY where I told you all about that plan, except I would have to find the edition to link to it. And I just spent like thirty minutes this morning trying to find that edition so I could double-check the Zeiss lens prescription cutoff for Apple Vision Pro. Fine okay, I will search for it again. Here it is. It was issue number 1099, or 32 issues ago. You are welcome. How does Matt Levine do that like five times a week, find old issues and link to them. I do not know. Shit, does the dude use tagging like it is 1999? Damn.
Anyway, last time I went and got my eyes checked it was summer of 2022, I think it was the first doctor I had been to since the pandemic started (aside from my vaccines of course) and it was super hot and muggy out and I kept fogging up the machine and I was anxious and the whole thing was a mess. So I am not entirely surprised my prescription strength went down.
So, I got four prescriptions, U jelly? Reading, computer, distance, progressive distance/reading. I hate progressive lenses, they clash with my Klippel–Feil syndrome fused neck, but a) this place always really wants me to buy glasses and I feel bad and b) Zenni optical won’t do progressives in my strength, c) they were having a special (uh huh) so I figure I’ll get a pair to try again. Who knows, maybe I’ll be into it now like the way I’m into gardening and not being drunk every night. So now I gotta go buy four pairs of glasses from Zenni (indoor distance, outdoor sunglass distance, computer, reading), check ‘em all out, make sure they’re good, then order my dupes, and I gotta order my Apple inserts, and my god having shit eyes is expensive.
In past issue news I have been informed by thirty different people that it is “Terry and Julie” in “Waterloo Sunset” and not “Harry and Judy,” which is a shame but I will accept it. I have also been informed of the song “Famous Tracheotomies” by Okkervil River that includes a story about Ray Davies getting a tracheotomy at a hospital near Waterloo Station and a nurse who would take him on a balcony and that is the genesis for that song. Is this true? Or is it from the fabulist mind of the creative force behind Okkervil River. I do not know. I do not know anything about Okkervil River except one time I “saw” them at Coachella from the VIP tent in the middle of the day and the sound was really, really good and I made a mental note to check them out sometime, but I did not do that and I got confused by trying to convince Mila Kunis that I knew her, flustering her until she finally had to blurt out that she was famous and that was why I recognized her, and then I said “well good for you! that must be great” and moved on. This was before the underrated masterpiece Jupiter Ascending (fight me), so I did not really know who Mila Kunis was yet.
Past lives, past lives.
I’m not saying I’m in the market for it, because that would be illegal, but I think what I need is a wee smidge of MDMA therapy. I need a euphoric solo reckoning about my situation in life. If America could hurry up and legalize this therapy around the entire country that would be great, thanks.
What else, what else. I do not know, it is hard to write this mid day. My brain has ramped up and it wants to go get some productive shit done, it is not in the mood for this navel-gazing. OH. I talked to the dude installing the electrical systems for the solar roof over at Chore House, and I inspected his work in the attic. For the most part it is all hidden, and will not be a blemish on my finished attic roof, except for this one large junction box on the ceiling where it will be visible, and I guess I just have to accept that. It makes me sad. I kind of wish we could move it. Maybe I will ask them if we can move it. Actually I should probably ask them that. Crap. Crap. Anyway, other than that, everything seems pretty good. The ugly side of the house is gonna get more ugly with more boxes on it, but I don’t really care about that side of the house. Maybe I’ll put a screen in front of it all or a shrubbery or something someday. And they added a panel in the eaves, out of site, but it’s kind of where I want to put an elevator someday, but that is an idle fantasy years down the road so I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
Actually, I have been deeply involved in a business situation this week that is causing me to seriously philosophically explore “cross that bridge when we come to it” as a phrase and a mental approach. I think I have spent so long in agile and faux-agile development that “crossing that bridge when you come to it” has become my default mode with a lot of business stuff. Doubly so when there are uncertainties and/or I don’t fully understand all the downstream factors and complexities. But I am realizing now that I perhaps use it too much: not as a phrase but as a tactic. There are times where I am choosing to worry about something later that I really should be worrying about now. And there are times I have pushed things back that later came back to bite me in the ass. I find myself, now, trying to force myself to stop defaulting to “cross that bridge when we come to it,” but it is so hard. Because real progress is often only made by fucking going for it in the face of adversity or massive uncertainty.
But sometimes it behooves us to, you know, plan.
This all seems very obvious.
But it has been on my mind this week.
Here is our Media of the Day, the aforementioned Okkervil River song.
We will return to our regularly scheduled schedule tomorrow. I mean, Emma did say “what if I did a few mornings?” implying more than one, but I am so thankful for one I am not going to get my hopes up for a second, plus even if she does do another one I won’t have a morning eye appointment, so I should still be on time anyway.
OKAY I LOVE YOU BYEEEEE.