Continued work today on the second floor closet, getting rid of more lathe and studs. Today, the cleanup work was almost equal to the actual work.
A few weeks ago, I bought the game Rebel Inc. for my iPhone/iPad. I had played a previous game from the same company, Ndemic, and enjoyed the game mechanics a lot (that game was Plague Inc., where your goal is to try to wipe out all of human civilization).
I used to look at the world through a different lens back then, seeing shadows and movement. Wondering how I might recreate a certain instance or effect in Flash. I’d be taking the Blue Line to or from work, and the rapid shimmer of light within the train car made me think about keyframes and masks.
I was working from home (we’ve switched to doing early morning deploys at work, and I was handling our 8:00 AM deploy today). A nice benefit for me was I could quickly change into my work clothes at the end of the day, and get right into demo work.
Well, eventually. After I put up a lot of plastic to prevent the rooms from getting all dusty. But soon after that prep, I was able to remove a lot of studs defining the second floor hallway closet.
It’s an obscure reference. A really obscure reference, if I had to be honest. I’m wondering how many people would actually recognize this name.
I liked the scene from the West Wing a great deal. So much so, that it was one of the early YouTube videos I posted up.
In the building where I work, there are a set of elevator banks that take me to my floor. In each of the four elevators (on my side of the main lobby), every single loving one of them has at least two or more visible screws missing.
It’s been a busy few weeks for us. And, sad to say, I’ve neglected the backyard something awful. I feel like I’m approaching 3+ weeks without mowing. And while it’s not quite the jungle nightmare it used to be, things were definitely overgrown.
Liz and I had a series of errands today, and last night I was trying to “plan” how things would go. In our conversation, she mentioned a phrase to me that stuck with me – referring to adventures, not tasks.
The older I get, the more I believe that the world rises up to meet the expectations you set for it. Imagine anger and selfishness, that’s what you’ll see; imagine kindness and good intentions, that’s also what you’ll see. You get what you expect, so why not expect the positive?
Honestly, in addition to the process itself… the administration of this drug was also fairly unsettling to me. I heard stories of people emerging from this having said or blurted out all manner of crazy things.
Part of me wondered: what would I say? Horrible things about what I thought of others? Would I blurt out statements that would reveal me for the horrible person I am, deep down? Would something happen where I would lose all of my memories, and not just the ones during the procedure.
The day before my procedure, I was working from home. I dropped Liz off at the train station, picked up a coffee… and what I walked by the bathroom upstairs, I spotted this little gift that Liz had left for me.
My wife, ladies and gentelmen. God bless her.
“A simple way to get started training this ability is to frequently expose yourself to boredom. If you instead always whip out your phone and bathe yourself in novel stimuli at the slightest hint of boredom, your brain will build a Pavlovian connection between boredom and stimuli, which means that when it comes time to think deeply about something (a boring task, at least in the sense that it lacks moment-to-moment novelty), your brain won’t tolerate it.”
More than any other step so far, this decision seems to really alter and shape the tone of the Twitter posts I allow into my program. Rather than simply allow all legal two-letter words according to Scrabble, I’m finding by excluding some words… it results in more readable, self-contained sentences. They’re less informal.
Spotted this yesterday, as we were outside in the backyard. Guessing there was some promotional thing going on (I hate that my mind goes there first), due to the crowds downtown at Lollapalooza. But it still caused me to follow the instructions.
A quiet moment in the porch. While we were playing our game, Anne and Kirt were both out here just hanging out – reading a little, and working a bit on a puzzle. Later on, Liz and Isabelle both joined.
When I snapped this photo, the sun was pouring in, things were quite in the house, and NPR was playing in the background. It really was a lovely, late morning moment.
Fast forward a bit, and we’re all hanging out in the yard. Liz has changed and is back on land. And Anne and I decide to play a few rounds of string golf.