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Technological snafu - a somehow corrupted memory card in my once-beloved Podtrak P4 resulting in another lost TSR interview – capped off this week in technological distrust: while I appreciate the Muse team's efforts to look into my "vanishing text" / reversion to previous version of text bug, their "but since no one else has reported it..." hands-up-in-the-air final response and the app's pulling the vanishing act that same morning was the final nail in that coffin: I ran a non-profit with a tech team and I know all too well the "since no one else is reporting it" response, a response which grates now as it grated a decade ago – a grating which cuts deep because Muse is a truly excellent app with amazing potential save what is, for me, a catastrophic dealbreaker: if I don’t trust the tool, I can’t work with it. And right now, I don’t trust it.
Solutions: working again in Obsidian and reformatted the SD card in the P4. Coming up with a pre-recording checklist to ensure this shit never happens again – or at least minimize its potential; two lost shows out of nine is two too many. Embarassing and enraging, particularly when I recognize the time sacrifice made by someone else for something of mine.
Beautiful day otherwise. Dogchild sustenance then back to work.
Current Frequencies, Updated
Taking a social media break – with exceptions for new work and/or TSR episodes – until at least the end of the year. This space is my home now. Here’s where I’ll be broadcasting into the ether.
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TSR interview prep this morning to Elfman's DICK TRACY soundtrack; Madonna, "I'm Breathless" album up next. Both are so very, very good – and putting me in the proper headspace for this afternoon's conversation. Should be a fun chat. (Been awhile – hopefully this will start another TSR chain.)
Kirby is chasing a mouse and the mouse is winning: escalation of capture methods in order. Such is life in a Saturday morning cartoon, one rife with copious profanity and little if any profundity.
The day awaits.
Watching:
WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS, directed by Otto Preminger from an adaptation of William L. Stuart’s original novel by Ben Hecht. Starring Dana Andrews, Gene Tierney, and Gary Merril. Released August 1950.
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One of those days where the apathy, the indifference, the vacuum – all outside my control – are weighing on me. Might be a byproduct of high blood sugar, first in awhile – or the cause, the symptom or. Can never tell. But oh well, hell.
And so I rhyme.
Thinking: Do I need to amplfy my ambition for MainFicThing to make it a publishable short story? Push it – push me – into the next step? Or am I content in the confines of my own agency?
But nevermind: that's committing the cardinal sin of my thought processes: form before story. Never worked out / lesson (mostly) learned.
Regardless: only way through all of it just to do the work and let the shit I can't control be relegated to the "fuckit" box. Easier said than done: this is the perpetual practice.
The day awaits.