#J 10.26.22
10.26.22
Life
10.26.22 midnight
I’ve been reading the Kindle lately. I don’t know which library (Kindle vs Nook) is trashier… It may really just be that i’m so cheap that my digital library just doesn’t look like my personal library. I should even be willing to admit that i’m so neurotic about the cost of things that it really has affected my reading habits.
I used to just be invigorated with taking things in. I think I still am, so much static though. I am not confused about why Spalding Gray killed himself. I get it.
10.27
All i mean to say is that (insert “The internet has changed our lives” blabber) we’ve deconstructed knowledge. I grew up with the internet in rooms and buildings and knowledge was sequestered to books. Every community had its own internet and we called it a library. You got the paper, the tv offered some view into the world.
I read on portable devices to ease my mind, that stuff is lighter fair.
I don’t miss the library cause it still exists. It can’t compare to the Internet, but the same can be said for Internet as it relates to libraries.
Cars
The Miata has been gone for months. I did most of the tear down and the more advanced work has been sent to a shop I found through Trav. I’ve seen nothing but one pic of her. She looks better than when she left me.
They say you can’t go back. I’m in the midst of it. They’re probably right.
The cars are such a weird luxury. I look at other people with one car. And this one car is a lot of money a month on a note. It’s a lot of money a month for insurance. How can you like that? How do you park next to other cars when your car (and insurance), is like $1300 a month? I don’t know what happens with the Miata. I don’t think this car is my truth anymore. It is a fantastic drive, but i’m a little more comfortable in the MR2 now. I don’t feel nervous when i’m flittering about here and there with the MR2. In the Miata I feel like i’m only doing a little better than if I was driving a motorcycle.
None of cars I have are what I want. All the cars I have are a joy to drive though.
Survival is less luxurious
GEAR
Envy meets lowered expectations
I ordered a 28” iMac. This will be interesting. I’m mildly excited. I’ve always wanted one. This one is right up my Mac alley, it’s too old to run the latest shit, but I think it’ll be fine with itunes and get me by on the web. And i’m going to load my software stash on it and call it a day. I’m then going to take the outgoing “kitchen mac”
All in 1
I ordered a Logitech K400 multimedia keyboard? This keyboard is used by folks to pair up with appliances (streaming tv, web boxes), that require input. It is generously spaced compared to a laptop keyboard, but not so much a full sized keyboard. And there is a built in track pad. It also has a second left mouse button in the upper left hand corner that some folks find to just be great. I dunno. What I do know is that I have this old as puck (no NUC), computer that i’ve buried under my couch and i’m using it as my primary computer of late. And i’ve not perfected my ergonomic position on this couch. This is because you can’t work ergonomically on a couch.
You buy all the gas up front
Electric cars and Electric bikes are the same. You buy your miles in advance.
There isn’t an electric bike you’d want to ride with no power. You can ride an electric bike with no power, but you don’t want to ride one with no power. The whole system that augments your riding is expensive two ways. First forget what they’ve told you. Maintaing an aging electric conveyance will cost you. You buy all of your fuel upfront and then you have treat it like a baby or it will degrade on you. It will eventually fail and when it does you have to buy your fuel in advance again. Such a shit show, only in that there is nearly no repair infrastructure out there. So you just have to turn into “Intern Engineer Guy” who might burn his house down. Or you buy a new battery.
Wonk Wonk.
My battery management system is probably the culprit. Who knows though.
Frivolity not greatness
My writing voice has always been me talking aloud and to an imaginary audience. I’m haunted by the past though. Truth be told the audience was not imaginary, it was my self, it was my friends and family; it was people I didn’t even fucking know. Public speech is a prism onto the mind of the person writing. It doesn’t matter if your soul is laid bare, or you’ve crafted a narrative. I was telling a story in a world and that world had gravity, a north and a south. Leylines. In a Tiger Woods kinda way I was really great at that, I’d at least honed some voice. Now it feels like a costume made of the flesh of others, with goodbye horses playing in the background.
I just gotta start doing the work.
