Merchandise Mart, Hardware
While I was waiting for Liz to pick me up today, I looked over and saw this small collection of metallic parts.
While I was waiting for Liz to pick me up today, I looked over and saw this small collection of metallic parts.
We’re back at Red Door, for another round of speed dating for Hugo.
It’s been a tough road for him, this last year. With us (and him) losing Daisy, it’s been a difficult search to find Hugo another friend.
For my birthday night out, we’re back at Kumiko. We came here last year for drinks, but Liz discovered they have a basement bar… that has a lot of specialty Japanese whisky and Shochu (something neither of us have tried).
At our neighborhood coffee shop, before sitting down to hang out… I spotted this. You’ll see it when you see it.
On my way in to work, I hop on the CTA to get to the Merchandise Mart. I happened to catch this nice image, crossing the Chicago River.
While I’m still not a fan of needing to commute in to work… on days like this, the commute ain’t all that bad.
I made a new playlist that I’ve been listening to on a loop (yes on a loop – shocker). The songs though… they’re a little, odd. They’re songs I like, but they mostly come from a 2000 – 2002 era. Most of these songs I remember from the radio.
I have some very specific memories, listening to Q101 while I was driving to/from the Barrington suburbs, for my first job out of grad school. I can’t say these are favorite artists (some are), but the songs from the time are what I’ve kind of been amassing.
So a bad thing happened tonight. Liz was having a bonding session between Hugo and Penny, and things got bad. Like, really bad.
I heard Liz yell “No!” a few times, and then I heard her scream. Really loudly. And when I ran over, she was trying to get the bunnies separated (they were having a bit of a tussle).
We had a lot of rain overnight, and this was what I encountered on my way to the Metra stop. The water was so bad on this side of the street, I had to walk to the other side just to cross.
Tao Bojlén wrote a very interesting post, comparing AI-assisted coding with the short-term pleasure one gets from slot machines.
Of late, we’ve let Hazel have the full run of the first floor (Hugo’s been relocated temporarily upstairs, while we try to find him a friend).
For the most part, she’s comfortable on the carpeted areas but treats the bare floor like laval. However, I happened to catch this today:
“The reason that tech generally — and coders in particular — see L.L.M.s differently than everyone else is that in the creative disciplines, L.L.M.s take away the most soulful human parts of the work and leave the drudgery to you,” Dash says. “And in coding, L.L.M.s take away the drudgery and leave the human, soulful parts to you.”
“And being alone is the, is the best way to be
When I’m by myself it’s the best way to be
When I’m all alone it’s the best way to be
When I’m by myself, nobody else can say goodbye”
“Ms. Marcus says that an occasional poem is a poem
written about something
important
or special
that’s gonna happen
or already did.
Think of a specific occasion, she says—and write about it.”
My first attempt was to stitch together a bunch of moving boxes with duct-tape, and draping that across the pen. I have no idea what I was thinking, because all I did was make a device that had multiple hinges.
On placing it at the top of the pen, the thing fell to earth like a deflated balloon.
Liz is away in Georgia, hanging out with Tricia as she recovers from a procedure. Unfortunately, the timing of things has it so that she’s away today (my birthday).
That said – I got a surprise link from her, notifying me that a gift is en route. A bit later, there’s a knock on the door.