Sunday, October 20, 2019
Monday, October 7, 2019
I thought about walking to work this morning. The wife and kids are out of the house early most mornings, I get about an hour of quiet before I have to get going to work. I realized that if I walk to work, I have to walk back home, and I've got to get to the bank on lunch, and I wouldn't have time to do that without my truck.
Then I thought about taking a jog before heading out. But I'd need to lock the door behind me, and my only running shorts don't have pockets to hold a key. Kind of a cop-out excuse. I ended up frittering away the entire hour in bed.
Work was busy. Checking in rental trucks, showing cars to people, hoping they liked them. I rescued some kind of yellow jacket that was trapped in the showroom, flying against the windows trying to get out. I put a styrofoam cup over it and slid a folder underneath, and let it go outside. I threw away the cup, because who wants to drink out of a yellow jacket cup. Then I wondered if the act of saving the yellow jacket balanced out me throwing out the cup. Ecologically, I mean. That's math I don't have the time to do.
I read a little bit about Rachel Carson and Silent Spring, and how the agrochemical companies of the time reacted to the publication. They didn't like it much. A lot of people said it was needless fearmongering, lacking scientific detachment. They said it ignored the huge advances in agriculture and disease prevention that pesticides had given us.
The book being written the way that it was caught the public's attention and saved our world as we know it.
I have a moment of peace right now. My wife is making stir fry for herself and the kids. They're both in high chairs snacking on something to keep them quiet until dinner's ready. I won't get any, way too many carbs and sodium.
I eat breakfast only on Sundays, that's my cheat day. She makes an omelette with all peppers and onions and tomato chunks mixed in. I hear it's better for you if you take the yolks out, but I wouldn't go for that. Is that even a real omelette anymore? I don't want imitations, if it's not the real deal then I just won't eat it.
Mostly, anyways. I'm not about to turn down a good veggie burger.
For Sunday lunch we go to her parent's house, they've recently picked up a sous vide warmer thing and have been going to town with it, sous vide-ing every imaginable meat. Her dad is a great griller and he'll occasionally smoke some brats. Her mom makes the best cheesy potato casserole I have tasted in my life.
My wife just tried to give me a small bowl of stir fry, it smells delicious. I'm going to stick to the leftover seasoned carrot sticks from last night.
It's a couple hours later now, I went for a run and then we put the kids to bed. I ran 4 kilometers, which is a personal best. I've been running with the Zombies, Run! app. I play the Zombie EP by The Devil Wears Prada in the background and it's been working pretty well for me.
Then I thought about taking a jog before heading out. But I'd need to lock the door behind me, and my only running shorts don't have pockets to hold a key. Kind of a cop-out excuse. I ended up frittering away the entire hour in bed.
Work was busy. Checking in rental trucks, showing cars to people, hoping they liked them. I rescued some kind of yellow jacket that was trapped in the showroom, flying against the windows trying to get out. I put a styrofoam cup over it and slid a folder underneath, and let it go outside. I threw away the cup, because who wants to drink out of a yellow jacket cup. Then I wondered if the act of saving the yellow jacket balanced out me throwing out the cup. Ecologically, I mean. That's math I don't have the time to do.
I read a little bit about Rachel Carson and Silent Spring, and how the agrochemical companies of the time reacted to the publication. They didn't like it much. A lot of people said it was needless fearmongering, lacking scientific detachment. They said it ignored the huge advances in agriculture and disease prevention that pesticides had given us.
The book being written the way that it was caught the public's attention and saved our world as we know it.
I have a moment of peace right now. My wife is making stir fry for herself and the kids. They're both in high chairs snacking on something to keep them quiet until dinner's ready. I won't get any, way too many carbs and sodium.
I eat breakfast only on Sundays, that's my cheat day. She makes an omelette with all peppers and onions and tomato chunks mixed in. I hear it's better for you if you take the yolks out, but I wouldn't go for that. Is that even a real omelette anymore? I don't want imitations, if it's not the real deal then I just won't eat it.
Mostly, anyways. I'm not about to turn down a good veggie burger.
For Sunday lunch we go to her parent's house, they've recently picked up a sous vide warmer thing and have been going to town with it, sous vide-ing every imaginable meat. Her dad is a great griller and he'll occasionally smoke some brats. Her mom makes the best cheesy potato casserole I have tasted in my life.
My wife just tried to give me a small bowl of stir fry, it smells delicious. I'm going to stick to the leftover seasoned carrot sticks from last night.
It's a couple hours later now, I went for a run and then we put the kids to bed. I ran 4 kilometers, which is a personal best. I've been running with the Zombies, Run! app. I play the Zombie EP by The Devil Wears Prada in the background and it's been working pretty well for me.
Sunday, October 6, 2019
I was recently considering my mortality and decided I should do something that might outlast me besides having kids. I haven't decided what it should be, as I have no appreciable skills besides being able to smile and lift things, but I'm working on that. I thought it might be nice to get at least some imprint of my soul into a semi-durable format in case I bite the dust earlier than planned, so now I'm writing this.
I don't think that Blogger, which is what I'm going to post this on, is going to last amount of time that's relevant in the long run, so I'm thinking that I should print this off and keep it in a safe later. I'd also like to figure out how to host a website independently, because lately I've been feeling antipathy towards most platforms that offer easy content publishing and a chance to go viral. I'd like my own little corner of the web, and I don't care who sees it.
That's all for later. Right now I'm feeling time slip through my fingers, so I'm throwing this all out there in a panic, because I know I'm going to die and I want to do a lot more before that happens. I figure that 60 years is a decent goal for a life that can be well lived, before my body's broken down too much to do what I want to. I hear that starts at 40, though, so I don't have a lot of time.
Right now, there are two things that I really want to do: get back in shape and stay that way, and to learn how to play the guitar. I've been pretty non-committal on the latter, and completely negligent of the former, but I think with an appropriate amount of existential panic I can make it happen.
I also want to be financially stable, but who doesn't. Honestly that'd go on the same list as "have oxygen to breathe". Which reminds me of another thing I've been meaning to do, which is to find a way to live that doesn't destroy that planet that my kids are living on.
I am now 27 and a half-ish. I will turn 30 and then I will have another 30 years to go. I have a house, I have a wife, I have kids, I have a job. I worried about all these thing for my entire life so far, but now I have them. Financially, we are on the back foot, but I'm not worried. A few changes will have to be made, but we're ready to make them.
I want to hit thirty already heading full speed for my goals. I already have some. I might figure out other on the way, but it's time to start planning on the fly.
This is the run up.
I don't think that Blogger, which is what I'm going to post this on, is going to last amount of time that's relevant in the long run, so I'm thinking that I should print this off and keep it in a safe later. I'd also like to figure out how to host a website independently, because lately I've been feeling antipathy towards most platforms that offer easy content publishing and a chance to go viral. I'd like my own little corner of the web, and I don't care who sees it.
That's all for later. Right now I'm feeling time slip through my fingers, so I'm throwing this all out there in a panic, because I know I'm going to die and I want to do a lot more before that happens. I figure that 60 years is a decent goal for a life that can be well lived, before my body's broken down too much to do what I want to. I hear that starts at 40, though, so I don't have a lot of time.
Right now, there are two things that I really want to do: get back in shape and stay that way, and to learn how to play the guitar. I've been pretty non-committal on the latter, and completely negligent of the former, but I think with an appropriate amount of existential panic I can make it happen.
I also want to be financially stable, but who doesn't. Honestly that'd go on the same list as "have oxygen to breathe". Which reminds me of another thing I've been meaning to do, which is to find a way to live that doesn't destroy that planet that my kids are living on.
I am now 27 and a half-ish. I will turn 30 and then I will have another 30 years to go. I have a house, I have a wife, I have kids, I have a job. I worried about all these thing for my entire life so far, but now I have them. Financially, we are on the back foot, but I'm not worried. A few changes will have to be made, but we're ready to make them.
I want to hit thirty already heading full speed for my goals. I already have some. I might figure out other on the way, but it's time to start planning on the fly.
This is the run up.
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