LongWeekend / Visitations

Weary. Exhaustion: pervasive.

Such is the way in the hangover of a weekend (same as every other fucking weekend) consisting of parental "visiting" and caretaking aka small talk and endless discussions of people I have no memory of–including my younger self–and yard work and not getting anything done except reaching this morning without killing anyone. Throw in the fallout from a Morkie/Jorkie tussle (The Morkie is fine but The Jorkie, while on the mend, is in rough shape – she's eating and drinking but generally sore and scared but that'll dissipate over the day) and having to chase Kirby across a hill and field when his leash broke on his first walking training day (this will be a long process to getting him ready to run with by February)while breaking up the second Morkie/Jorkie tussle (see note above) and you have a potent exhaustion cocktail.

I hate weekends. Longer weekends even more so. This is all I've got for you. The dog-children require sustenance.

New Newsletter/Subscribe Page

Fleshed out the Newsletter navigation page to give you more info on what you get if you sign up for MacroParentheticals, my monthly – more or less – newsletter. A few of the areas are still a work in progress, but they’re getting there. If you’d like to sign up, either visit the Newsletter page or shoot me an email, tww(AT)parentheticalrecluse(DOT)com, and I’ll get you set up. (Happy Sunday.)

Deer / Discord

AM Blood sugar surge. Loads of insulin: but I will never give up my Multi-Grain Cheerios. Never.

Local flavor headline: "Deer carry COVID virus: what this means for hunters." Since it's behind a paywall and I'm not willing to shell out for their shitty writing and resentment-cum-nostalgia headlines, I can only offer my best guess as to what this means for hunters: Don't kiss the deer. Or go to a bar with the deer. But if you must go to a bar with a deer, wear a mask with the deer. Be socially distant from the deer. Note: It is not a violation of your freedoms or the deer's freedoms to wear a mask. Deer constitutions are explicit in this.

(A deer in a bar with a mask is, I will admit, more than moderately amusing.)

In other news: I'm continuing to hone and refine my Obsidian workflows: now writing each day's work on an individual sheet for that day, which I then process and disperse into destination documents/folders the next day to give me a place to start. Will see how this works.

Final thought before dog sustenance: creativity = ability to make audience and creator wonder "where did they come up with that?" coupled with the capacity to execute to vision to said compelling fruition. The day awaits.

DAS PHANTOM DER OPER (1916)

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Such is my fascination with the lost 1916 version of THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA that I’m moving it out of Friday’s Links post and giving it its own space here. Because I can. I’ll update accordingly if/when my ‘net scavengings reveal more.

  • This thread at The Classic Horror Board features some great information and discussion - especially this one, which includes the poster’s translation of a synopsis of the film (which seems to be quite faithful to Leroux's original); image above from linked post.

Backburning Figure Eights

Good morning. K has returned from plaguecamp and there is, as of yet, no plague in sight. 10-14 window of anxiety shifted forward with each passing days without end.

Burkeman's FOUR THOUSAND WEEKS has led me to shift The Comics Thing to the backburner. Simply too big to work with what I'm trying to work with; I'm not doing it––or The Main Thing––any favors by spreading the fictive brainspace thin; trying to keep to three main projects at once: The Main Thing, TSR/this space, and the NonFic/Comics Thing I want to explore, the latter being a potentially more beneficial––in numerous ways––path forward.

If anyone ever found my cardboard scrap / makeshift rulerthing I keep on my desk, they'd think I'd gone nuts, whatwith all those eights scrawled over it. Simple explanation, really: it's how I keep my Lamy 2000 nib from getting too scratchy: drawing figure eights on cardboard - or a paper bag - act as a sort of über-fine grain sandpaper to keep the nib smooth and less skippy.

The more you know. The day awaits; back to work.

Links, 03sep2021

Organizing/Capacity

Hoodie weather has begun, if only for a day or so. Maybe a second. Runners running past in cool-weather gear amidst now-lifted fog. Doubtful I'll be in cool-weather gear at my anointed run-time; easybake oven principle in play.

Approximation of an organzing principle (and potential beginning dot/node/module) emergent for the Main Thing – though I'm trying not to get ahead of myself: general process of write a bunch of stuff and worry aout organizing it later still working – but a bit of organization to the chaos is welcome. Even if I throw it out sooner rather than later.

In local flavor: they caught the hometown asshole about three and half hours southwest of here... certain regional hospitals are near or over-capacity ... and there are 11 cases of student-Covid at my wife's school (only one among staff – where, it should be noted, two teachers started an anti-mask FB group because stupid, like Delta (and Mu, apparently) knows no bounds.)

In other news, I'm feeling fine, thanks for asking. On with the day.

I don’t have a title for this post but here’s my bonsai

Kirby and I have Frisbeed - and are learning "give..." Two hours and much mic-swearing whilst tangled in cables and TRRS fuckery later, the P4 lives; TSR0007 bits are recorded… moving release to next Wednesday because I'm weary... Ronnie the Bonsai, like the P4, lives again… (her predecessor, Bonnie, died a few years ago; it was tragic)… will wrap up Stalker tonight (so very, very good)…