I have the (solar) power! Mini-split and house-generator hookup to be done at some point soon - but the main point: after three months of destruction, construction, design, and hurled combinatorial profanities, I can start working out there (once I get a small window AC unit to make it inhabitable in the afternoon).
Update to this morning’s election processing: The Bulwark has sold me on President Kamala Harris. At this point, I’m - speaking as a Joe fan of many, many years - convinced that she needs to run as the incumbent, in full, painful knowledge of what that means. Can’t afford to lose any of Lichtman’ 13 keys (and we’d gain charismatic incumbent).
Update: I did, indeed, spend part of the afternoon sitting in Orangina The Chair (after baking in the lawnmowing heat of the day) and, while doing so, spotted my long-missing yellow highlighter (Sharpie Gel, the only kind that don’t smear fountain pen ink) peeking out from under a corner across the room. A positive omen, I think.
Big thank you to Macro subscribers for your outpouring of support following yesterday's early release / TFD-venting session. While it’ll take a spell for me to return to full operating capacity, your kind words (and a fun night out – though the food was a major disappointment does no one use salt anymore jesusfuckingchrist) certainly helped. Will resume regular weekly dispatchery a week from Sunday. ❤️
Batteries, lithium and blood cooperated and operations are complete. Among the things that I've learned in this experience:
Make sure your insulin pump infusion cabling is tucked and secured when moving tree branches
German Shepherds are not as useful at moving tree branches as one would think...
Neither are Morkies...
kaiju-squirrel lurks, somewhere....
A conversation with my closest friend brought me round to reconsidering it and I can report that, in spite of a few hiccups, the reMarkable is not only my journal again, but something different, something I had in the back of my head that I wanted to do but never knew how to do until now: a combination of my journal with my planner/timeblocking and – and here's the big change, thanks to the advantages of continuous scroll digital notes – my rough drafts / thinking vomits of the day's work: this is, i think, the best representation of my day and my brain – one that cannot be replicated on paper and one that takes advantage of the remarkable's unique abilities.
Taking it one step further: I've since combined all of this with Obsidian's Daily Notes feature, making a PDF of the previous day's scroll and embedding it on the sheet made for the day, along with that day's Attendance Card and accompanying alt text. I then add tags (or copy them from the ones I give in reMarkable, as, unfortunately tags aren't imported on a PDF conversion).
Result being a happy think place that combines the best of analog (oh, that Lamy EMR pen) and digital (continuous scroll FTW) to create something i didn't know i wanted or needed until now I can't imagine working without it.
(Backyard) work in progress continues: new rug and K’s flourishes added to the space to make it fully her own. Curtains (orange) ordered and incoming.
Comics organization project, update: the dividers have arrived (and were worth the excitement) and have been duly labeled and inserted. Organization: complete. Items remaining: shelf construction (which will double as a standup desk) and figuring out what, precisely, happened to a not-insignificant batch of comics that remain missing.
Principles, now numbering eight, with 05:
PUBLISH SOMETHING EVERY DAY - AKA the whole point of this space over the years: the daily posts are my warm-ups, my sketches – now including actual sketches – hurled into the world simply for the sake of hurling them into the world. I don’t anticipate that anyone will read them let alone enjoy them: they exist solely because I want them to exist and find the daily ritual of their composition in the spaces between the main work to be the most enjoyable method by which traverse the route between brain and publishing. Also a useful means by which to eradicate the need for external validation.
The complete living, breathing list lives and breathes here.
Neither insignificant nor earth-shattering sum for all needed renovations/repairs to paint shop / house… a year from now. Suspect they’re still making up from the storm that blasted through here in June and the many many houses that needed new roofs and new, well, everything. Fortunately, showed me how to repair or at least temper the expansion of the crack in the six-foot window. Stress fracture caused it and I’m 99% certain of what caused the stress fracture: accursed ivy got under the window sill and grew very, very large. And caused much stress.