Pretty slow day today. Kirt, Anne, Jackson and Grace arrived last night. Most of today was just lazing around and hanging out in front of the fireplace.
On our way out, Liz spotted a visitor in the distance. I couldn’t even see the doe, and had to have it pointed out to me.
While at the Lakehouse, Liz and I got a new thermostat delivered here. We decided to roll up our sleeves and do the install, prior to everyone else arriving.
The fascinating thing for me is how many different languages are at play, in any given episode. There’s a mixture of English, Dutch, German, Spanish, Japanese – and some characters have difficulty understanding others.
In a lot of mystery/thriller movies, you oftentimes get visual cues that help develop the story. I feel like language is being used in this series in a similar way – you have to almost watch and listen with a lot of attention, to pick up on some very subtle things at play.
Today, I watched Quintin Smith provide an overview of the sport of Blaseball… and it looks incredibly ridiculous and incredibly fun. I’ve signed up, and with great delight, feel like I have no idea what I’ve signed up for.
I was standing in the living room, when Liz whispered Window! to me, and pointed outside. I was able to grab my camera in time to catch a solitary deer, slowly walking by the house.
A long while ago, I made a Twitter bot named @theDesireBot. I was delighted to see that it made this very timely post:
At times, there was nothing at all. And other times, we were nearly blinded with snowfall. This alternated back and forth for the last half of the trip. At one point, I remember most of the cars on the highway going down to around 30 mph.
Realized I never ended up posting my talk from the last 20×2 Chicago, back in June. It’s the first live event I’ve attended since the pandemic, and the first time I got back on stage in… well, in a while.
Liz, painting one of many long boards we have in the basement. She’s using a linseed oil paint, which has a pretty long dry/cure time. So storing these super long boards out of the way (and keeping them from smudging) has been challenge.
“At what temperature does blood
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We had plans for a lazy day today… but come noon, Liz and I opted to suit up to tackle a few things outside. The weather’s turning, and with more cold temps coming our way… we decided to do as much as we could, to try to finalize some existing/ongoing projects.
This morning, as I came back home after some errands… my key broke off in our front door lock.
“Though all that you love will be taken some day
By the angel of death or the servants of change
In a floodwater tide without rancor or rage
Sing loud while you’re able in grief and in praise”