The countdown on my phone says "16." That means four more days, then two days home, then four more days, then two days off, then four more days, then I get to sleep in my own bed with my own wife under my own roof for more than two days in a row for the first time in three months and more than five days in a row for the first time since May. I decided to be the change. Now giving monthly to the ACLU, donated to 350.org and have signed up to volunteer with 350 and my local Democratic precinct. The Kerry Campaign did a really good job of turning me into a jaded mutherfucker but I'm thinking there's a chance to tear a bitch down. Not that my peeps did us wrong. Need a car. The Stealth is demonstrating its desire to move on to a higher plane of existence. Sunroof leaks, which is no big in LA but a real problem in Seattle. Put it under a cover last month and the last time I came home the passenger seat had literally grown fur. Turn signal relay is shuddering, which is cheap, but the SRS light won't go out, which is a fuckn nightmare to chase down. And it's got a sticky lifter which really sucks as it had new heads not fuckin' 30k ago. But there's nothing out there that interests me and having been without a car payment for a number of years I'm not eager to go back. Still an'all going to the LA Auto Show not this weekend but next weekend so I can see all the mediocre rigs I can't afford. Honestly? I should probably spend the $600 or so it'll take to return the Dodge to driveability but you reach the point where throwing good money after bad starts to suck. I'm fortunate to be in a position where this is an academic problem rather than "oh shit I can't get to work unless this POS keeps running." By the time the season is over I will have biked 3,000 miles. I don't, like, know the community of river rats that I ride past every day? But I know them. The ones that shit in the river, the ones that ride mopeds on the bike path, the ones that sweep the shallows with a push broom. The ones that hung this up the day after the election. I wonder if I knew Alesando. He died last week sometime.
I already donated to the ACLU in the wake of their open letter to Trump. I told my wife that I intend to look into volunteering for a House campaign in the run-up to midterm elections in two years as well. I intend to give both money and labor to oppose Trump, nearly everything he stands for, and his Republican lap dog enablers.
Sandy Levin is our congressman at the moment. He's a great guy, but 85 years old, making him 87 at the next midterms (obviously). Have to imagine he's going to retire. If we didn't have so much going on business-wise, I might try to run myself. Dems need some fresh blood.
How do you vet the orgs you decide to donate to? ACLU is obviously an organization with a very long track record, but what about 350? The only orgs I give to with any regularity are a local park and Heifer International, the former of which I can observe with my two eyes, and the latter I take on faith as being worth my dollars; they seem like good people spending dollars wisely.
Just want to shout out Southern Poverty Law Center as another organization with a long established history of Actually Helping With Your Money. In 1979 it began to fight the Ku Klux Klan and other white supremacist groups with an innovative litigating strategy involving filing civil suits for monetary damages on behalf of the victims of hate group harassment, threats, and violence. Given the decline in such groups over the years, the SPLC has become involved in other civil rights causes, including cases concerned with institutional racial segregation and discrimination, discrimination based on sexual orientation...
I've read two of Bill McKibben's books and I agree with his message. They could be spending it all on hookers'n'blow for all I know but what they've published I agree with. McKibben's criticisms of nuclear power are largely economical and relate to externalities and subsidies; I've read criticisms of his arguments but they get really technical really fast and I don't find them compelling. Not to say they don't have merit, but to say that as a slightly-educated layman with a technical background the math isn't decisively one way or the other.
Today's the day, Pubski. The day my Republican mother and I sit down and have a talk about politics. My family are incredibly close. Mom and Dad have been happily married for over 50 years, my sister is seriously cool, and all of us choose to spend as much time together as possible. I have an amazing family. Except. My mother has always been a Republican. Not a Trumpican or a Bushite, but she believes in an old school Goldwater type of republicanism that was disappearing around the time I was born. Long before the R's got all religious and hung up about what people do in their bedrooms. I'm a left-wing, left-coast, socially liberal, fiscally conservative guy, who has never identified with any political party because both of them have moronic beliefs. Republicans hate women and minorities, and Democrats think government intervention is a good way to solve problems. Mom, on the other hand, ran the Chamber of Commerce for the Western United States for 14 years. The only thing more completely nutball right-wing than the CoC is probably the Heritage Foundation. The CoC believes that every single penny spent on anything other than making more profits for the company, is an offense against god and man, and that regulation is stifling business. (But then they all have country houses they go to on the weekends to get away from the "city air." Go figure.) Anyway. I have not spoken to either of my parents since the election. I just can't. I blame them for Trump, because they have been Republican Apologists for as long as I have been alive. They have stayed silent every time the Republicans have done something morally corrupt, and failed to grab the rudder of the Republican ship when it was adrift and floating toward the shallow waters of idiocy. Their passive acceptance as the Republican Party slipped further and further into a frothing rabid foam of hate and prejudice, is why a repugnant human like Trump was able to be a viable candidate, instead of a laughingstock. So tonight, my mother and I are going to sit down over BBQ and talk. She has a lot to fucking answer for, and I don't think she's got the chops to pull it off. If she can't, this is probably the straw that breaks the camel's back, and flips the switch on my move overseas. So, no big deal, or anything. UPDATE: So dinner went well with my mom. She didn't fill in the little circle next to the name "Trump". She's a small-c conservative, social liberal, who thinks the Democratic Party is run by a bunch of power-mad psychopaths who maintain their power by constantly feeding their constituencies a stream of "oh you poor, downtrodden, marginalized people" BS that reinforces these people's belief that their problems are not their problems, they are problems with the state/system/whatever. And I can't say I disagree with her. Although in my mind, Democrats are simply too enamored of the government and government programs, and think the solution to most problems is more government and more regulations. So yeah. Mom and I are good. We argued HARD about stuff, but found enough common ground that Thanksgiving isn't gonna be weird. Although I did give her the ultimatum that when Roe v Wade gets overturned, she owes me a motherfucking apology for letting "her party" go so wrong over the last 30 years.
Allow me to be needlessly poetic, as I'm having trouble thinking clearly lately. I think what a lot of us easily lose sight of is that this country is one massive Ship of Theseus. Pieces, large and small, get swapped out constantly, often without our knowing it. The ship she knows is different than the ship you know. The ship you both know is so different than the ship I know. Yet each of us, being it's passengers, claim to know it so intimately. Because we do. That intimate knowledge creates a deep sense of ownership in some and a sense of imprisonment in others, both perspectives on a ship that arguably has infinite perspectives create a lot of confusion within ourselves as individuals and among us as a country. To complicate things more, no one person really has any control over this massive ship. We only have control over very tiny pieces, pieces that are nebulous and in constant flux. The oceans are unpredictable. The winds are unpredictable. So what can you depend on? Your family. Your friends. Your neighbors. Do you love your mother? If so, keep her close. She might have the roap you need in case you fall overboard.failed to grab the rudder of the . . . ship
I'm with you. My father voted for Trump. In the last few months it sorta breaks my heart to say this but I lost a lot of respect for him just...as a person. Not because he voted for Trump, but for the way in which he went about it. I got months of paranoid, angry, obnoxious, reality-challenged, gleeful ranting. I felt like I was talking to a misbehaving child from another planet. It's fucking sad. I finally answered his texts this weekend...he wanted to do lunch and I said ok. He called the past couple days in a row and I just stared at the phone and didn't pick up. Such a weird feeling...just no part of me wanted to pick up. Like Bartleby by the Scrivener, I preferred not to. Good luck with your ma.I have not spoken to either of my parents since the election. I just can't.
My uncle texted and invited me to use his spare ticket to the MSU-OSU football game this weekend. Normally I'd be on board in a second, but I lied and said I was busy to specifically avoid talking Trump with him and my other two equally racist uncles. Can't deal with them quite yet.
Had an interesting conversation with an evangelical today. More along the lines of "Fuck Trump" but less profanity and more "Jesus give our nation strength." There is an opening there for guys like us who see the incoming train wreck. Howard Dean for DNC, yo. Mom will always be Mom. Remember that going in.
(update: more zippers == more fashion) Second jacket attempt! Found some cheap cheap red wool at Joann's (cost $5 for 2 yards, whole jacket was ~$25), made me a jacket. Much happier overall with how this one turned out, all things considered. Took inspiration from my dad's old bellhop jacket (this is similar in color, but not cut - my dad's has a grey stripe down the middle), which I will probably steal buttons from for accents when I get home. Still to do: lining, clean up/even up the hem, tighten the waist a touch, add some buttons and doodads. The patch is just a quick 'n dirty applique I made from scraps I had lying around. First time making a patch, and first time working with zippers. ----- I'm leaving Chicago this Sunday. So much packing...
I'm annoyed by how often I need to go to the barber and they take all of six minutes to do what I need. Not to say that it's therefore possible for me to cut my own hair, but if you've found a way, what's your secret? Only scissors? Clippers involved?
I just use a set of clippers. I actually picked my haircut based on what was easiest to cut, and I've been doing it the same way for about 4 years now - it just happened to finally become trendy. Basically, there are only two lengths of hair involved here - top and sides/back. All I do is place my non-clipper-holding hand on the top of my head as a dividing line, and cut up to the edge of my hand. Move the hand back a bit, do the same thing all the way around. I keep my hair long on top, so I only trim it every few months, which I use scissors for. If your hair is usually cut short, you can probably get away with using clippers for the whole thing, which is definitely the easiest.
That's hilarious. The top of my hair is only slightly longer than the sides but it's still cut with scissors. So I think your method may work. I'll report back.I've been doing it the same way for about 4 years now - it just happened to finally become trendy.
I also cut my own hair for a long time, a trick I picked up from mk, although I had a slightly better haircut. It's not hard, if you're willing to have one really bad haircut (your first). You learn a lot then you get decent at it pretty quickly. I would say the biggest secret is to cut the ends in a kinda jagged way (like what thinning scissors do), because that hides mistakes really well. Obviously the back is the hardest part. If you have two opposing mirrors it's not so bad once you get used to looking at it backward. Wouldn't try to freehand that shit without a mirror. Asking for trouble.
And is your end game clipped and shorter hair on the sides and scissor-cut and a bit longer hair on top? Or do only cut all around? Because I'm going for a size 3 clipper length on the sides. Makes the gray hairs I've had since 10th grade pop out. edit: looks like flac says it can be done. No excuses now!
I guess one positive aspect to being insanely busy is that you don't have time to think about the election results. Fundraising for FL is going well. Just a small amount left to raise. I feel very good about our near and long-term prospects. We just brought on our first doc in SFO. Pretty excited about that. Our strategic partner, a large Med device company, has given us access to 30 of their sales reps for San Francisco. They want us to train them on why/how they should be promoting FL to their docs and to potential patients. -Pretty yooge. Imagine trying to hire and bring in that many reps? This is extremely valuable from a biz dev standpoint. Lots more to report, all of it good. Sky is the limit! Hope everyone is well Hubski.
- We are eloping and signing a marriage certificate this weekend. - I got bitten by a dog a while back. Was told by PD that I'd receive victim impact statement forms in the mail about a month later (which made sense, as it took a month for bills and insurance statements to trickle in) to document the resulting expenses so the city prosecutor could seek restitution. A month passes, I've gotten nothing in the mail, so I call. The answer: "Who said we'd mail that? The court date is in two days. Here is the (wrong) case number." I got everything in the day before, but highly doubt I'm getting anything back. I'm out some money, but it could have been an order of magnitude more if I didn't have my union administrated insurance. - I've fallen off the wagon and am back to using Emacs / org-mode.
I don't know about the laws in the state you live in - but in both states where I've worked in insurance, a dog but is ALWAYS covered by the owners homeowners or renters policy under the liability section. Also - if they are renters and don't have a policy, the landlord sure does and it would fall to them. In the end, as long as you weren't somehow abusing the dog, the owner is 100% liable for the dog biting you and all of your medical bills should be covered completely. It sounds like you've already got some kind of case going though - so you probably know all of this... I hope you're healing well.
Thanks for the input steve, this is my first time navigating something like this and I'm finding it fairly stressful. I actually got notification from the court yesterday that the city has ordered that I be reimbursed for my out of pocket expenses, so that aspect of all this is looking up. And I think I've gathered enough information for my insurance company to explore their subjurgation (sorry, I don't have a spellchecker installed right now). At least, their investigator hasn't told me I need to supply anything else yet.
yah... mostly sorry you got bit. That's pretty crappy. But having to pay for it is just as bad. If they make you whole on out of pocket expenses, lost wages, court fees, time wasted, etc..... GREAT. If your health insurance company wants to subrogate back against their homeowners policy... so much the better... but hey. Either way - I hope you're made physically, emotionally, and financially whole.
I'm still struggling with a lot of things (life, love, work)...here's something that happened yesterday. Had a flight from LAX to SEA today. Near the back of the plane, lot of children back that way. Had the window seat next to an elderly couple who were bickering a bit and had a bunch of food and such, lady was wearing a mask and all I could think was "well this is going to be fun". Midway through the flight the drink cart comes by, I order a coffee and ask the man if they're from Seattle or heading that way. Ended up talking to him (and his wife much later on) for the rest of the flight. Turns out his wife of forty three years has cancer (50% survival rate) which is why they were en route to Seattle for six weeks of treatment; one of his sons passed away two years ago; and a whole host of other things interspersed among some really cool things like going to his brothers A-frame house somewhere in the mountains of Washington; or how a surviving son recently got married. From the looks of him and his wife I wouldn't have really talked to them and just minded my own business on the flight, but I'm so incredibly glad I opened my mouth and learned a new story. Why's this matter? It doesn't, really. But I'm seeing all these posts about politics and labeling everyone as an "other" of some sort (even liberals and "other" liberals or feminists and "other" feminists", so on and so forth) and I don't think it's very healthy. Not after today. I get it, things aren't looking good, and there's a lot of work to be done. But we can do it. We're all dealing with the things right in front of us. Talk to the person next to you on the plane and drop the preconception. You might be surprised. </Rant> Which made my problems feel insignificant. And yet here we are.<Rant>
Lots of not good stuff going down. Trying to think of what to share that isn't just spreading shit around. Sharing it rarely makes me feel better and usually does make other people feel worse. I'm getting a proper desk instead of a cubicle soon. My whole office area is being reorganized after some renovations and coordinators like me are finally getting a more appropriate amount of space for the work we do. My bloodwork keeps coming back good. I am able to maintain good blood chemistry on diuretics without potassium supplements. Meeting with the NP who manages my antidepressant tomorrow to talk about this twitch I've developed. I made some new friends last weekend. I am expanding my social network in healthy ways I think. (kleinbl00) Married couples make good friends, at least from what I can see.
I ran my third half marathon on Sunday in 1:59:00, my new personal best. I can't wait for the next one. I'm doing a Thanksgiving 10K, New Years 5 mile, and then it's training time for spring runs. Currently I'm in an airplane waiting to depart for New York. I'm planning to hike tomorrow and Saturday. Haystack and Seymour mountains. It'll be two full days. I'm looking forward to getting to stretch my legs. Haystack will be a full 18 miles. Elevation gain will be over 4000'.
Good luck with Haystack! Seems like an awesome hike.
It was a pretty tough day. It took me nearly twelve hours, and the parts above the tree line were some of the toughest I've hiked. The word I'm using is "inhospitable." I've been above the tree line in winter and in some wind, but the wind whipping across Haystack and Little Haystack was tough.
Watched "Judge Dredd" this week on Netflix. The Stallone one, not the Urban one. It was . . . something. It's one of those movies where everything felt just barely under-par, like a root beer that's flat or a shirt with buttons poorly sewn on. You know what it is your watching, it's not bad, but it's arguably not very good. No wonder so many people didn't like it. "Son of Zorn" is awful. I love it though. Don't know why. I'm thinking about calling up the local comic shop I used to game at and ask them if they'd mind me borrowing one of their tables a few hours out of the week to play random people in pickup games of X-Wing, maybe MTG, or mini-instances or two of D&D. It'd give me something to do on my days off when I need to get out of the house (which has been needed a lot lately) and still interact with people in a meaningful way. I'd like to hope they'd say yes. If so, I think I'll advertise on Craigslist or something. "Bored? Got a few hours to kill on X Day? Come over to KickAss Komics and Games and play a pickup game with me. Pop and beef jerky will be on me. E-mail me in advanced." Is it weird? Maybe. But it strikes me as an easy way to reach out. Found the house of my dreams yesterday. I wanna show it to Dala this weekend but the economy seems very uncertain all of the sudden. It's bullshit. Right house. Right price. Good neighborhood. Horrible timing. I should buy a scratch off or two tonight. Maybe one of them will pay for the whole thing. College prices these days are bullshit compared to when I was last in school. Utter bullshit. So bullshitty. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. There goes that pipe dream. Speaking of bullshit, I was looking on volunteer websites this week. It's mind boggling how many places want unpaid interns for knowledge and skill based services. College credit aside, they're important jobs that take real knowledge. The people who fill those spots deserve to be paid. Otherwise, it seems really scammy to me. Other than that, it's been a week and not a fun one. I won't go into details but cute animal pictures and good vibes sent our way would be appreciated.
This is a GREAT idea. Do it! Friends of mine did this at a local coffee shop here in Seattle (Uptown Espresso on Delridge), and it really took off. The coffee shop wound up doing a complete renovation, and now the walls are just bookshelves lined with board games, and they installed large gaming tables. There is a "Game Concierge" on hand, who is a volunteer who can help people find a game they might like, teach people how to play different games, etc. It is amazingly cool, and has turned this little coffee shop in a "depressed area" into a hub of activity every day of the week. And now my friend Ashley is building a new pub that is based entirely around catering to the gaming community! It will be called, of course, Ashley's Pub: http://www.ashleys.pub/ Gamers are good people, and they have money to spend. Businesses that make room for this type of engaged activity are going to win, business-wise. I'm thinking about calling up the local comic shop I used to game at and ask them if they'd mind me borrowing one of their tables a few hours out of the week to play random people in pickup games of X-Wing, maybe MTG, or mini-instances or two of D&D.
Gamers are good people, and they have money to spend. Businesses that make room for this type of engaged activity are going to win, business-wise. Ever heard of eSports? Riot Games filled up LA's Staples Center, Chicago Theatre, and Madison Square Garden during their "Worlds" Tournament. If you saw the end of the Nintendo Switch Ad, then you saw Nintendo recognizing the same end point you brought up. There's a joke that Riot's goal is to get their game into the olympics. But in the here and now, they just started getting teams sponsored by NBA stars and teams, oh, and Rick Fox. On the point of gaming hubs, I just found out there's a gaming pub near me. :)And now my friend Ashley is building a new pub that is based entirely around catering to the gaming community! It will be called, of course, Ashley's Pub: http://www.ashleys.pub/
I'm planning on making maybe a monthly trip over there, once it opens. Take the ferry, weave through the islands, spend an hour or two there chilling, chatting, playing, and then take the ferry back home. Gives me a reason to get on a ferry boat more often, and that's always a good thing.
Rule of thumb: over half of all college tuition is subsidized or reduced. Don't let the sticker price scare you off. Here's Yale in 2012, and it's gotten better since: That's one of those things - if you aren't raised in the system, you don't understand the system. We had Son of Zorn three years ago. Still proud of it. Smosh retained the rights which prohibited us from selling it to Cartoon Network. Didn't know at the time that I had done more in-depth audio work than, say, Dragonball Z.The average net price for college paid by Yale families receiving aid is down 8% since 2008, from $17,263 to $15,857. Fewer Yale students are borrowing, only 22% of graduates in 2011 compared to 43% in 2002, and students who borrow now graduate, on average, with just $9,000 in debt, well below the national average of $25,000. With only one-fifth of students borrowing at all, and with those choosing to borrow graduating with relatively modest loans, students do not have to allow loan concerns to limit their career choices after college. The graduation rate remains very high — 97% of Yale students graduate within six years.
I might have to look into calling the admissions office then. Money is a sensitive thing, but my career path is not a good one to be on anymore. I'm gonna binge watch your show later today. It looks equally fun. Right now I'm watching Galaxy Quest as I quilt.
I've realized recently that I've hurt all the people I ever cared about. Been apologizing to some of them lately. One of those people used to be my best friend. I would like to remind you just how socially brash and inept I was to emphasize the importance of that title. She stood by me through a lot of my worst, but we couldn't handle the growing pressure and parted ways. She seemed quite receptive of the opportunity to get back together that she herself has presented. I had good memories of our time together, and byonic has advised me to go for it if that's what I wanted, so we started to chat. Rehashed the time between the two points in time for both of us. Talked a bit about her life and job (teacher of foreign languages; we used to study together). I don't want to be bullshitting myself. It's not going to be perfect. She took some care of me - to the extent of her abilities - back when I didn't know how to do so myself, and I'm grateful for it. The good memories and the promise of her being a sincere person are the only things that make me want to try. If she doesn't respond with the interest that she says she has, there will be nothing left to hold onto, and I will be done with it. I was always the one to initiate things, and I can't stand it when I'm the only one to do it: it just tells me that the other person is not interested enough. That's what sane people who care do, right?
Wait, it's Wednesday already? Had a friend come in from out of town, so we made a campfire in a fire pit my wife dug out in our field and roasted some sausages and drank beer and looked at the moon. It was a nice change of pace from either working or feeling guilty for not working. Looking forward to reading Devac's important works in science. Good thing I've got a break next week!
Some girl has been sending me and several other friends postcards that are weirdly impersonal and, we finally figured out, actually verbatim copies of each other. Today I finally decided to hit her up on Facebook, try to be supportive of her (her cat died recently and I thought maybe part of this was driven by weird grief), but also...basically express to her that her efforts to maintain a personal relationship with me felt weirdly impersonal and that I kind of wished she'd stop (with the postcards, I mean). Whelp, I mean, I guess you can guess already that shit escalated. Now not only are we not friends any more, but apparently no one in the friend group is going to get post cards any more because I complained. Which she told each person individually in Facebook messages which were, beautifully (from my perspective), all copy/pastes of one original that named me by name as the dissenter. The beauty is that she is still copy/pasting verbatim messages to send to people singly. There are multiple different metaphors and parallels you can make about this, not to mention interesting psychoanalyses. I've already done several, of course, but my favorite to date is "I guess that European socialism is really getting to her!" (She lives in Germany now, hence the postcards.) I am OK with seeing the back of her. I had already gotten tired of the selfies she kept posting of her and her dead cat.
Not Politics Everything feels very new lately. I've thought a bit about how to describe it and I think that's the way that captures the feeling the best. Though nothing huge has changed in my day to day habits, I've been filled with a sense of novelty about life as of late. Take work for example, despite that I've been going in 5 days a week 8 hours a day working on largely the same ongoing projects for the past however long, something about it feels less like a routine and more like something that I choose to do every day. This is a huge contrast to the way I've felt in the past where I felt time slipping by by the week and would be filled with a sense of dread. Rather than question it, I think I'll just savor the feeling for as long as it stays. Politics I've recovered from my Trump-shock that is evident in my last pubski post and returned to my default state of being Trump cynical. I seem to be on the opposite schedule as everyone; for the couple days following the election I was desperately grasping at silver linings, thinking things like "I hope he does actually 'drain the swamp'" (though of course now that I've seen who will be replacing the swamp 'monsters', this scares me) or that my family and I will be fine as we're not part of any of the groups that will be targeted by policy (true but this line of thought leaves a bad taste in my mouth). I think the worst thing in my personal life with this is that the common political ground I thought I found with my family has disappeared since the election. This was the first election where the rest of my family didn't vote for the Republican candidate; it was nice being able to root for the same candidate in the debates & not have to sit there quietly and grit my teeth while the rest of the room spews hate at the TV directed at the person I secretly want to win. Of course we weren't always going to be on the same page but it was nice to not be a political outsider for once. They've all admitted since that they like his platform, just not his personality.
Afternoon all, things are doing better. Yesterday it felt like things were getting to me, so I sat down, made a list and have pretty solidly kicked it's butt. I even tried push-ups but oh my god that was painful, going to take time and patience. It's been great seeing the positive responses to the election (no not like that), people owning their loss and vowing to fight harder to keep the social progress made in the last few decades and not let it slip back, to not let the media control them and their opinions and accept that no, it's not the end of the world.
So today at work, a Hispanic girl I have been working with for over a year was shocked that I too was Latino. She thought I was filipino this entire time. I have been confused for Filipino before but never for that long. Here is what I look like for reference: I thought It was a bit funny by the way.
Politics Left wing political views plus anxiety and stress equals internal voice constantly railing against The System (capitalism). As Trump would say: no good! Tired of it. What good has it done anyway, to simply believe in something and not have it influence your actions? I'm seeing my relatives in UKIP country this weekend and I'm going to be nice to them. I love them. Quite a few of them probably voted for Brexit. It's water under the bridge. Not Politics The pipe under the kitchen sink broke two days ago so the water had to drain out into a bucket. That was fixed yesterday. The electricity meter (yeah, we don't have an actual contract because this is a really crappy flat) is about to run out. So we are not heating the flat. Cold. My flatmates tell me that despite these two things, the period that I have lived here has been exceptionally incident-free. What a blessing. Work is going alright. Using Node.js and Express which is a nice change of scene. Learning about new libraries and add a few new things to my CV. It was easy to pick up, probably because I'm quite used to working with web stuff now... The feeling of finishing work at 6pm or so and finding the sun has gone down is way more depressing than I thought it would be. I need to take Vitamin D. I just keep forgetting. So much of life's problems seem to resolve around not having actual habits. It's almost 1am. The latest episode of Note to Self has brought me some comfort. I recommend this show.
So I'll be entering employment limbo after Friday. I have prospects for other, better positions, but I'll have to cross my fingers and hope they pan out. I just couldn't stick around at my current place. It's taken a huge toll on my professional self confidence and I don't think I could handle riding it out.