this being my forest and all

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(Previously...)

Kirby continues his "I don't wanna eat when you tell me to eat I wanna eat when i wanna eat" adolescent male shenanigans but hey.

This is my forest: Earnest efforts underway at being content to be the lone tree falling, a general acceptance of this being where I am and a general indifference directed towards future or towards past, a comfort with being unknown no matter how much it can sting; a recognition, too, that by feeling guilty over the luxury I have to dedicate myself to The Work, I'm doing more of disservice to K's generosity and belief in me than I am by not racking up perceived results.

Simple - not easy.

My car is home from the car vet, loud as ever – but at least the muffler's no longer dragging on the road and the next service is 5K miles away which should take me up to my desired two years to make the move to an electric given that the primary destinations of my life are within a ten-mile radius down which I travel once or twice a week.

I made my mind up to make a mind map of my path forward: in my head it was an essential labyrinthine representation of a genuine creative direction; in reality, a five-second document that spelled out everything I already decided to do that didn't make a clear path any more clear.

TSR0011, my conversation with Buttondown creator Justin Duke, is live; the day awaits.

New TSR: Justin Duke

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(Delivered with four minutes remaining on my self-imposed deadline): TSR returns with a conversation with the creator and resident plate-spinning human behind Buttondown, Justin Duke, on the past, present and future of Buttondown in which we tackle newsletters at their best, tools v. ecosystems, longevity in the digital age, the art of spinning plates, breathing space, Super Mario Bros., and the reasons that I started my own newsletter. Check out the full episode here.

echo mobility

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While most of yesterday was filled with normal mobility, my back continued (and continues) its reign of error last night, the sweetest sound of any time of day now being that of the microwave going off and its signal that my warm towel is ready to soothe for ten minutes which may be enough to give me non-Quasimodo mobility for another ten minutes. Maybe.

On track to release the next TSR, featuring my conversation with Buttondown creator and resident plate-spinning human, Justin Duke, by +/-1200ET. Strange echo in Audacity MP3 export on Mac that isn't present in the wav or on the same MP3 on the iPad. Playing all in Airpods. Wonder if it's a Mac-Airpods issue? Something. Aware of it and taking note.

I've gone back to my old, original methods of writing these: a twenty minute timer: write in that time frame and publish and that's it.

Peter Cushing is in his place of honor in The Sanctum; the day awaits.

my beeping neighbor / my fucking back

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The beeping from the neighbor's big backyard project continues: they moved much dirt yesterday, probably putting something on the moved dirt today or maybe moving more dirt IDK. Should make recording the intro/outro for tomorrow's new TSR release a great time.

Day two of the great lab experiment (changing my running time for the first time in 10 years (five pre-T1D, five after) and I'm standing firm in my resolve to make this stick. It was, as I wrote yesterday, truly wonderful to come back from the run and to know that I could go back to work for another couple of hours before the AM of AM is mine, PM is yours turns to PM and theirs.

Note: second cup of coffee will wait until AFTER the run. That wasn't fun yesterday.

My back remains a lesson in abject personal torture but it's nothing that a hot towel can't solve for five minutes after a minute in the microwave… my car didn't survive the trip to car vet: made it back home dragging an exhaust pipe and cursing (executing a 180 turnaround in the middle of the road at the top of a hill when you couldn't reverse down it because you'd rip the muffler off was quite a fun trick). Car vet bringing their tow truck to pick it up later this morning. Beep beep.

TITANFALL 2 = HALO / RED FACTION meets THE IRON GIANT. Digging it. Also, UNPACKING is a delight. Finished Pornsak Picheshote's comics writing debut, INFIDEL, last night. Easily one of my favorite new writers working today: if I haven't sung his praises enough, here's my take on THE GOOD ASIAN..

An approach to publication becoming more and more clear.

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