2009-02-27
A list of words that Mike Monteiro is much too smart and hip to ever use, and wants you to know it:
http://www.listable.org/show/words-it-is-not-ok-to-ever-say
But why stop there?
http://www.listable.org/show/more-words-it-is-not-okay-to-ever-say
http://www.listable.org/show/words-it-is-not-ok-to-ever-say
But why stop there?
http://www.listable.org/show/more-words-it-is-not-okay-to-ever-say
2009-02-15
Waking up
I haven't checked my old posts to see, but I wouldn't be at all surprised if I have a nearly identical post to this one from last year at this time, or the year before. I woke up yesterday, and for the first time in months I felt like me again, not an automaton just going through the motions. There were things I actually wanted to do, and not just to pass the day until I could go back to sleep.
It looks like we're getting our sucker spring now, the week of sunny weather that fools us into believing we won't have another 4 months of grey skies. I got some work done on the boat for the first time this year: finally got around to finishing the plywood forms for the bulkheads and starting to glue them together. And I put flashing on the shed where the plastic siding vibrates when the wind picks up. (I don't know if it's been driving the neighbors in the condo behind us crazy, but I'm embarrassed every time I hear it.) And I cleaned up the yard a bit, and I did other asorted productive stuff. What's caught me completely by surprise, though, is how easy this was--it didn't take a huge amount of will power to get up off my ass, I just woke up and there it was. Like it's supposed to be. Like I'm me again.
So that's why--one of the reasons why--I haven't written here for a while. Another is, of course, Twitter. When you can jot crap down 140 characters at a time to an audience of friends and random weirdos, it relieves a lot of the feeling-like-you're-in-touch need that this format serves. I aim to write more here, in time, but I should probably have more to talk about first.
Another reason (or excuse) occurred to me recently: that I'm spending so much time writing code these days that my brain just isn't set up for words. When I've tried to blarble on like this, I go back over and over it, tweaking the words and changing the punctuation as if I were trying to make it parsable by some imaginary but very strict English language compiler. I'll try to target the non-existent human audience instead.
And another is that I always try too hard to come up with a witty conclusion. Not this time! Ha!
It looks like we're getting our sucker spring now, the week of sunny weather that fools us into believing we won't have another 4 months of grey skies. I got some work done on the boat for the first time this year: finally got around to finishing the plywood forms for the bulkheads and starting to glue them together. And I put flashing on the shed where the plastic siding vibrates when the wind picks up. (I don't know if it's been driving the neighbors in the condo behind us crazy, but I'm embarrassed every time I hear it.) And I cleaned up the yard a bit, and I did other asorted productive stuff. What's caught me completely by surprise, though, is how easy this was--it didn't take a huge amount of will power to get up off my ass, I just woke up and there it was. Like it's supposed to be. Like I'm me again.
So that's why--one of the reasons why--I haven't written here for a while. Another is, of course, Twitter. When you can jot crap down 140 characters at a time to an audience of friends and random weirdos, it relieves a lot of the feeling-like-you're-in-touch need that this format serves. I aim to write more here, in time, but I should probably have more to talk about first.
Another reason (or excuse) occurred to me recently: that I'm spending so much time writing code these days that my brain just isn't set up for words. When I've tried to blarble on like this, I go back over and over it, tweaking the words and changing the punctuation as if I were trying to make it parsable by some imaginary but very strict English language compiler. I'll try to target the non-existent human audience instead.
And another is that I always try too hard to come up with a witty conclusion. Not this time! Ha!
