I've been feeling the urge to redo my home office. There's no good reason for this other than that I'm bored and restless. The current layout works and is plenty fancy for who it's for. And yet, I keep rearranging furniture in my head.
This morning I ran into a photo of my office in 1995. Look at this disaster of a desk.
I know that I'm in one of Those Moods™ when I open my RSS reader and mark every single item as read while saying things like, "Boring", "Stupid!", "Shut up, already!", "Useless", "Oh Fuck off!".
I spent several hours yesterday updating and building on my "Digital Print Archive" concept. The idea is to keep my RAW files as a giant, long-term "negative" archive, while the edited keepers live separately as "prints". Claude and I gathered all of the edited JPGs from the main library and created a consistent folder structure with them. I thought this would simplify things. Instead, I now have two giant, similar-but-different maintenance burdens instead of one. It may have been a mistake.
Today is our 7th wedding anniversary. I'm going to hang out with my beautiful wife by the lake, which will be the opposite of yesterday, and that's what I need.
My in-laws were in town for the weekend.
It's the weirdest thing. I needed to do something using macOS yesterday and the whole time I just wanted to get back to my Linux desktop. This isn't the first time I felt this way, but it happened sooner and the feeling was stronger this time.
The in-laws fly out this afternoon. We had fun, but I'm exhausted from socializing. I'm not suited to "doing things" with people for more than a couple hours at a time for more than a day at a time.
If you reply to a personal email with something obviously AI-generated I kind of hate you now.
For the moment, at least, I'm glad to be back in Eleventy with this custom theme. I'm enjoying the home page as a messy stream of whatever I'm thinking.
Spent hours this morning trying new ways to deal with film scans on Linux. It involved Vuescan, Darktable, and a lot of cursing. I'm making progress, though, and I don't hate the results as much. Still don't love the process, yet.
Ok, so here's what happened...
...never mind, just know that I've moved the blog back into Eleventy from Ghost. It lasted a month this time. Felt longer.
Shooting more digital photos lately has me thinking about cameras again. Specifically, the Leica Q2 that I like almost everything about except that it uses a 28mm lens. Of course that made me think about the Q3 43, which would be perfect, but even used prices are still outlandish. There's something else that I'm learning I don't love...autofocus. I spend too much time dicking around making sure I hit focus because maybe I forgot to enable (or disable) eye tracking or whatever. Or I left the focus point somewhere I don't want it. Or I accidentally kept it set to Macro. I'm surprised people like autofocus as much as they do, all things considered. This has me looking at the M11 (or M10-R) again so I need to stop and go take some photos with what I have.
::checks brain::
Yep, still hate the entire discourse around LLM use.
I'm so back in Emacs it isn't even funny. Also Linux. Dank Linux, to be precise.
Toy Story 5 was pretty fun.
I still can't focus long enough to write more than a few sentences at a time. I'd consider it a debilitating problem, if I actually had more and useful things to write about. It's only a nuisance, honestly.
So much fun. Pixar's still got it.
This weekend involved a lot of time away from the computer. This is healthy and fine, but I'm looking forward to stagnating at my desk for the next couple of days.
There's yet another internet kerfluffle happening around yet another company whose products I use. It's so disappointing and exhausting. I'm not shopping around yet because I don't like the alternatives much. Besides, being too quick to judge and react to things like this is part of why the world sucks now. I'm mad at everyone for piling on, and I'm mad at the company for giving us a reason to. Could more people just stop being terrible, please?
Sure, Del Toro's "Frankenstein" was technically a "better" movie, but I'll put money on "The Bride!" being watched and enjoyed 20 years from now, while "Frankenstein" will be remembered as, "...pretty good, but I haven't bothered watching it again since 2025."
I'll watch just about anything with John Cena, but I couldn't make it through this. I didn't find it funny enough, often enough, so I bailed after about 30 minutes.
Two things were said to me this week that made me feel good. The first was from my therapist. She said, "After our first few sessions I was worried that you were too smart for me and that I'd have to work to keep up." Sure, she's my therapist, but still. Second, someone emailed me and said that they thought the internet was a better place with me in it. How nice is that?! Some days I feel stupid and useless. Not today, though.
After seeing this in an email from Meta today:
I predicted what was going to happen the whole time, and I was happy to be right about most of it. Great to see Dustin Hoffman. I liked Leo Woodall, but there was this low-grade smirk on his face too much of the time. Anyway, thumbs up.
I'm considering giving up on my handwritten journal. Even using my favorite fountain pen and ink doesn't help me enjoy writing long entries by hand. I'm impatient, and my handwriting is getting worse, not better. The journal is only one of my notebooks, though, so it abandoning it for digital would still leave me with a couple paper notebooks. My favorite is a blank Leuchtturm1977 notebook that I use as more of a scrapbook. I attach photos, receipts, clippings, etc. to pages and then write about them. Sometimes I doodle in it. This is the kind of artifact I like having. A long-form journal writing about "how I'm feeling" or whatever works fine digitally. Better, probably.
I can't even describe how beautiful this movie is. Every frame a painting. A Vermeer. The way they look at each other throughout is the greatest thing. This was my 5th or 6th watch and I still can't breath for the last 5 minutes. Astonishing. Crying is allowed. It's unavoidable.
I'm not addicted to the internet. I'm not remotely addicted to my phone. What I'm addicted to is sitting at a computer. Some days I sit here all day, just clicking on things and farting around with software that I won't use in a week. It's a tough one to kick. For me, it seems impossible.
When posting these journal entries, I can't decide if I should include them in the "newsletter" email send. They seem trivial, but what do I write that isn't. I'm going to include this one, so anyone who's subscribed is encouraged to weigh in.
I don't know why I don't hear anyone talking about this show. It's damn good TV.
