Goor morning. Hello. How are you? #931
Surprise Friday edition. Apple is lazy about the Mac. Trigger point injections.
Good morning! Oh shit! he’s doing it! All that blathering on about how he’s probably not gonna write on Friday and here he is. If you’re not a snooper early riser on the west coast, you could be none the wiser. It is happening, it is happening. I made a mistake! John is still alive! N.B. Facebook readers if you subscribe now to the free email version of this newsletter you get handy links to obscure cultural references like that one.
Also some relatively important news: Drab Majesty’s new single sounds like Lush it is kind of amazing. Also Emma from Lush has a new single. Also they reissued all the Lush albums. Lotta lush news this week.
And breaking news, RIP Tony Bennett. That is sad.
Just back from the pain clinic, my back and neck is dotted with about 20 small round band-aids. Got their dry needling/accupuncture type treatment, except the needles have steroids and muscle relaxers in them, so, you know, westernized and super powered which is maybe a bad thing for some people but this body has been fully westernized in its diet and experience so we gotta fight fire with fire here. I had them done all the way up into my head this time, which takes a more special type of drug inside the needles and yeah. Man. A needle into the skull, or I guess just up against the skull. Kinda hurts! But I was a big boy and only twitched and very obviously tensed my muscles a lot and they could tell I was afraid but we all pretended I was handling it well. I mean, I did not cry or faint so I’m sure they’ve seen worse.
Then to Walmart which was lovely. Emma was up cuz she was covering for me for Jane breakfast and I texted her asking if she needed anything so, you know, did not do my most efficient path through Walmart. But they had everything we needed. Except for more surveyor’s tape. But I think I have enough.
Still haven’t decided if I’m going to Oppenheimer or not today. I have a ticket for 1PM. Barbenheimer is out this week cuz we had to watch Jane last night, MIL had to postpone, and Emma wants to see Barbie, so we gotta wait for babysitting opportunities. Oppenheimer is at 1 and it will take up my whole day and I really need to get to clearing the brush and marking out where the greenhouse pad is going because the thing is arriving next Thursday. And I need to run the CAT6 to the basement apartment cuz the tenant is moving in next week. If all goes well, I can do one task each day with the remainder of this weekend, but nothing ever goes the way you expect it to when it comes to project mangement. First rule of project management: Don’t matter how good your processes are, shit’s still gonna go wrong and you’re still gonna have to fix it. Probably the bulk of the job, if I’m being honest: even more than actually making processes. Wading through the shit.
Speaking of the shit what is up with Apple you would think a three trillion dollar company could, like, keep a couple engineers on each and every one of its products, services, features and functions. Like for about two months, my screensaver on my 270° rotated monitor was broken and showing on only half the screen, sideways. Because they very obviously don’t keep an engineer full time on the “desktop and screensaver’ system prefs pane or, if we’re being honest, system prefs at all (don’t get me started on the new system prefs it is an abomination but I blame that on product not engineering). The Notes.app app is constantly freezing every morning on my brand new Mac Studio with the latest (non-beta) version of the OS, NBD. They make improvements to Mail.app maybe once a year if we’re lucky. How many people in the world do you think use Mail.app. Active install base of Macs was 100 million in 2018, I bet it’s… 150 million now? And a ton of people use gmail but I bet… 50 million people use Mail.app. Imagine Any. Other. Company. With an app with 50 million users that just sort of arbitrarily updates the app maybe once a year if they feel like it. But the richest company in the fucking world can’t bother. It is absolutely bonkers how long you have to wait for Apple to fix something on the Mac.
Really just no excuse.
A photo of an old high school friend, an exchange student named Vivikeh came up on my random desktop photos yesterday and boy did it kick off a whole wave of nostalgia in my for old friends and times bygone. I think maybe now that Timehop is (mostly) out of my life, my Nostalgia gland is healing from its six-year-long OD and normal human nostalgia is slowly becoming a thing in me again. Another old Fairbanks friend Julia posted a prompt the other day “post a memory about Fairbanks” and man, reading all those comments. Really gave me the feels. You start thinking of people you haven’t thought about in years and you google them or look them on Facebook and find out oh yeah you’re already friends with that one, that one became an evil corporate attorney, this one is missing, this one has a single photo on the entire internet, very mysterious. It really is amazing how some people are just not on the internet at all, and of course it makes me sad because I suspect they’re that way because of some stalker.
Tomorrow, remember yesterday...
Tomorrow, nostalgia will lead me away
Oh god these drugs must be doing something to me I quoted lyrics what the hell is wrong with me what am I 16.
Okay so I read a totally disturbing article yesterday. No not about that, or that, or that. Man there are a lot of things to read disturbing articles about these days. But no, this was a new one. Well, for me. And pretty world-shattering. Microplastics are sloughing off of our tires. Constantly. Around the world. The article I read tried to present this as an EV situation, because they’re heavier, but who are we kidding, a model 3 weighs 1,700 pounds less than an ICE F-150. Jesus. Tires. Just sending plastic out into the world, the water, everywhere. Never mind the tire fires, this is the micro plastics. Modern life is rubbish, we’re all gonna die, Children of Men is coming.
So of course I’m going to move back to the city and give up my car.
Haha joke’s on you, no, actually I’m just gonna stop going anywhere ever.
OK well I’m gonna go try and accomplish something today and then, I guess, go see Oppenheimer. I suppose. I suppose.
Justa mix today, old and new. Trans am! Jeannie C Riley! NOT John C Reilly’s mom. I guess this is obvious looking at the spelling of their names.
Oh god the greenhouse people are calling to coordinate shipping. This is gonna be such a logistical nightmare. Gotta go. Take care!