Sign you should think about your life choices.

#41: You've looked at a picture of Charley Brown you wanted to use for an event and thought "no, he's smiling too much" and then fixed it in Paint.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Google-Fu and House Repairs

Thermostat now works on Wifi.

Network repeater is now increasing wifi coverage throughout the house.

And yet, learning a name and three numbers brought me more joy than getting either fix working.

Sometimes it's the little things.

And the geek shall inherit the earth.


Monday, November 24, 2014

They Tried to Bury Us

Beneath worry.  And Fear.

Beneath the spectre of "TERRORISM!" and the housing collapse.

Beneath dying alone and loveless marriages.

Beneath the problems with "kids these days" and the terrible policies of baby boomers.

They tried to bury us beneath trans fats and gluten and meat being murder and high-protein diets being the secret key to health.

They tried to bury us beneath a flood of information and a famine of love.

They tried to bury us beneath the evening news and the morning edition.

They tried to bury us beneath talking heads and pundits and poll numbers and lies.

So many lies.

But down here in the soil of Techno-Americana there is so much more than just shit.

There is Wikipedia for knowledge and John Oliver for sardonic laughter and Instagram for images of love from far away.

There is Facebook for friendship and text messages for a quick hello and there are dime-a-dozen dreams of people you could be pouring each night into your mind--whether it's through Netflix or the library doesn't matter anymore.  There is Pandora for a record player and coffee for the sleepyhead and kindness for a stranger on the subway and a one-word offer of "kisses?" for the girl that caught your eye on the dance floor.

We can use these wires to bind, or we can use them to bond.

We can smother in this mound of bullshit, or we can blossom.

They tried to bury us.

They didn't know we were seeds.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Hush the heart!

The memory is sweet, and unexpected, true

but that coffin is best left underground.
Nostalgia breeds the same horrors as Necromancy
The only things you'll find in that box are angry bones and a copper rose.

Thursday, November 06, 2014

Silver Linings and Lemonade

After a month of social obligation after social obligation I finally broke into the gap I had reserved for myself this weekend.

Thank the Maker for that.  A day and a half of rest, a little good good conversation, and some elbow grease later, my yard is clean(er), Rapture works as a stereo again--even better than before, and I know most of the steps to take to install my gutter tomorrow.

I forget sometimes that I have to isolate myself to function.  Then I break down and drag my feet and stare around me wild-eyed--driven into a panic by my own lethargy.  That was the state I was in 8 days ago.

I've been coasting since then--recovering slowly through time spent exercising, retreating from the world, and talking to the people that currently intrigue me.

After canceling all my Friday plans, and halving my obligations for tonight, I finally hit a point where the pressure vented and I felt like I could function again.   I did a little bit of wiring, fixed a few things that were broken, and found my center was less destabilized than I had thought.

It is good to be alone.  It is good to relate to others on your own terms sometimes.

These are simple lessons, but it seems I have to learn them more than once.

It's all uphill from here, but for the first time in several months, I feel like can handle the climb.

Saturday, November 01, 2014