- I have a Github repo with two stars - If you are reading this and you are a programmer, this is very sad. If you are me, this is amazing. I made a very mediocre thing that actually does a thing that I couldn’t find and then told the tumultuous and heartbreakingly humorous tale of trying to navigate the world of AI development and being a designer through README and ohlin and clausjuhl, bless them, starred. These two heroes, giants among the living saw through the miasma of tech bullshit and read the tender tale of a dude trying to make books for the internet and also quite possibly could be awesome rockers.
- Arthroscopic surgery - In a couple of weeks some guy in a clinic will insert a tiny camera and instrument of sorts into my knee and sort of the torn meniscus somehow. This will instantly, or rather after the recommended six weeks of recovery, make me have the body of a fearless 20 year old and I’ll turn pro as a skateboarder finally.
- Cinnamon rolls
- David Foster Wallis “A Supposedly Fun Thing I Will Never Do Again” - I’ve heard and read about this guy forever, but assumed in my aged, Cleveland mind that because most literary types laud this guy, he must be painful to read and of course a total sellout. I have no problem publicly admitting my small mindedness, and this is no exception. I can’t possibly even imagine how someone can write about the weather and geography of central Illinois in such captivating prose that as every sentence drips off the page you go and lick the edge to get it back.
- Deadguy - The post-hardcore/metal/graphic design dreadnought that is Deadguy is back
- Carts of Darkness - It’s a documentary about the homeless bombing the hills of Vancouver with stolen shopping carts by a former snowboarder in a wheelchair. It is good. It is made in a very 90’s honesty which take apart people’s and systems lives somehow.
- Your kid making pancakes
- TV
- That first coffee in the morning - There might be a second, but it won’t be nearly as good or sumptuous as the first. That’s for damn sure. The first coffee is there for you in the haze, a lighthouse in the distance pulling you from the terrors of the night and into what could be one of two things that awaits you in the day to come: generally sort of okay-ish, or not great great-ish. But there is a chance as you sip, deep in its embrace, that you will start a day that is not total shit. There is a chance that as you artificially stimulate your brain into stasis that you have a shot at normalcy and rest. That for a couple of fleeting minutes, you can sit betwixt the world of sleep and possibility and watch the sky.
- Long walks in the morning
