Not sure which switch clicked or what happened, but, for the first time since my grandfather died in November (or longer, if I’m being honest with myself), I’m feeling something resembling an honest, visceral excitement for my creative practice and efforts.
m3 paintshop reorientation, ctd
Large monitor, gone; rising desk, gone; Kinesis keyboard, gone. All that's left is the M3 laptop, the Logitech Ergo trackball, and the Stream Deck – resting, as it should, atop a 1966 red Batman Bat-phone. Picked up one of those $100 Arzopa portable monitors though I've yet to figure out a problem which it solves – though I’m experimenting with using my iPad as a second (third?) monitor, with the M3 as the center focus. Goal here is that this space feels as little like an office as humanly possible, a feeling which I'm hoping to translate over to NuShed once it arrives and I begin the process of transforming it into my maker/writerspace. I once dreamt of owning a shed in Monte Carlo: halfway there – though I've little interest in Monte Carlo at this point, so I guess you could say I've reached the practical dream.
How surprising that one of my least favorite people in the world adds another of my least favorite people in the world to his ticket in a Wonder Twins collision of shitshow horror.
