Truly interesting times when a head of lettuce outlasts a British Prime Minister. It still amuses me greatly that this became a thing.

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There was a pit in his stomach. He had been frantically searching for it, but now he was certain that it was lost forever.

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The consensus between me and some of my closest friends is that our democracy is doomed. The consensus of people on the opposite end of the spectrum is that our democracy is doomed, albeit for different reasons. Anyway you slice it, I fear we all may be right.

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The deadline is quickly approaching. Without her insight into the inner workings of the system, they are sure to fail.

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The cave was dark and empty. “Hello,” called the man. A response of, “Hello,” was returned a second later. The voice was familiar, albeit distant. The echo was a friendly reminder of his isolation.

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He could finally breathe easy. The letter he had been waiting for had arrived. He was exempt from the latest tax hike. This exclusion would give him a little more money to save for his dream vacation to see the Northern Lights.

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I have a deep admiration for those who are writing more long form micro.blog November entries. The creativity is inspiring. I would like to write long form fiction one day.

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When I was sixteen, I remember the joy of obtaining my driver’s license. I was umpiring little league baseball at the time and shared my accomplishment with the other umpire. He flashed his pilot’s license at me: “You haven’t earned shit until you earn this one.”

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⌨️ Useful alias for Fish Shell users who need to repeat the last command as sudo. Doh!

Thanksgiving has long been my favorite holiday. When I was younger, the Thanksgiving feast was the main draw. The thoughtful introspection and time spent with family members in my household is now the main reason for the affection I feel towards this holiday.

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🔗 RIP: Kathleen Booth, the inventor of assembly language

I was unaware of this very important figure in the field of Computer Science. I do not recall hearing about her in college, even in my coursework that used assembly language!

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Our Halloween tradition includes building our Trader Joe’s Haunted Halloween cookie house. I love sharing this activity with the kids.

A sneak peak of Spaceship Earth

One of the unfortunate experiences of preferring git CLI: entering git restore . instead of git restore --staged ..

🎧 Cory Doctorow on TWiT with an eye opening view on the respect we show to others and other things.

🔗 We Spoke With the Last Person Standing in the Floppy Disk Business – Eye on Design

when you’re 95% done you’re only halfway there

Leave it to @gruber to hit us with the term “stadium” in his iPhones 14 review. This geometry term is new to me.

Justin Herbert and the Chargers are wildly entertaining to watch. I don’t watch them often, but it seems like every game of theirs I do end up watching is a thriller.

Currently reading: Small Fry by Lisa Brennan-Jobs 📚

Stuff

We are currently having improvements made on our home. The drywall has needed repairs since we moved in. We neglected to have the work done before moving in due to the time commitment of finding someone to perform the work while managing a move at the same time. This is much needed maintenance and I will be happy once it is complete. However, the journey to that completion has been a slog.

The largest issue is “stuff.” What do we do with our “stuff?” The contractor we are working with will handle moving and protecting large pieces of furniture, but we need to move our “stuff” off of the furniture. That is a reasonable request, but it has been a stressful undertaking for me.

Our kids each have their own toys and books that end up strewn around the house. This is their “stuff.” Ensuring this “stuff” doesn’t consume our shared living space is a constant battle. Ashley and I also have our “stuff” littered throughout the home: books, memorabilia, and tchotchkes. As I was moving a few autographed hockey sticks around, my immediate thought became “why?” Why do we have this stuff? These items are not even on display. We have moved them three times now and we have never displayed them in any of our residences. Why do I feel the need to pack them around with us? Why do I feel compelled to protect them in a half-assed manner? These items are not encased or stored properly. These items may have some monetary value, but these items will not fetch that much if sold. Yet, I feel compelled to keep and care for these items. Why?

Finished reading: Reborn in the USA by Roger Bennett 📚

Blooming

Separation Failures

Over the last eight months or so, I’ve had difficulty separating work from my personal life. I have been unable to disconnect, which has left me with a low level hum of anxiety as a constant companion. To be clear, I am not working all the time; rather, I just carry work with me without release, no empty space to occupy my thoughts when I’m off the clock. I have been unable to sit in the moment in my downtime, unable to just enjoy or relax.

One stressor in this is that when I’m off the clock from work, I’m on the clock as father. There is no break, no rest, no solace. I chug through the work day and push through the evening for those one or two hours (if I am lucky) of “me” time. Once that time is available, I then feel guilt for not accomplishing more, not working more, not being involved as a husband or as a father more. Time is fleeting and our most precious commodity; once it is spent, there is no reclaiming it. It is finite and in high demand. I’ve been reading a 300 page book for months because I will not permit myself the time to just read.

Fall is finally here in Nashville

Mammoth Cave, Frozen Niagara