Showing posts from 2019

A day without social media

Today is the day I don't go to any social media websites.

No Facebook.

No Twitter.

Not even Instagram.

I ignore social media notifications because I don't want to even risk getting a glimpse of my feed.

Why do I do this every year on this day?

Because today is the day all of the One Day Patriots slither out of the swamp to hang their virtual flags and try to teach us all a lesson in US History.

Never forget, they post! I say, how could I forget and why would you think I need you to remind me and why would I need to remind others?

And, don't get me started on the "I'm a Bigger Patriot than you" crowd. I love condescending posts most of all.

I'll pass on all of it.

Today is a day of reflection and not a day about likes and thumbs and retweets.

Drawing a birthday blank

Last night around 10:30PM, I was thinking about this site and I tried to come up with a post.

It was my birthday! I had to post something but I had nothing. Nada. Zip.

And then I looked at the archive and found that I didn't post anything on my birthday last year either.

So, I closed up the laptop and went to bed.

Oh, well.


It seems to be tougher this year, with another birthday right around the corner, to "get it all done" all day long and not feel totally wiped out at the end of the day.

As I write this, I am officially pooped. Looking back at this day, the first thing to note is that I did not sleep well last night. I think I finally fell asleep around 12:30am and was back up and going at 10 after 6.

I went out early and picked up prescription dog food at the vet and filled daughter #1's car with gas before she went off to school.

It was steady at work all day and I didn't have any housework to do (the stars rarely align like today) so I decided to take care of a couple of outside items after thinking about and updating some tasks we need to do for the band over the next week.

At lunch, which I cooked, I touched up the stain on the deck and I stained the gate on the deck that was installed a month or so ago. After work, I mowed the lawn on the riding mower since I finally got the mulching blades installed and I put in a new battery. It was around 90 degrees for all of this and I expect I was outside in that about three and a half hours over the course of the day.

After all this, I took a shower which you would think restores your energy but they seem to drain the last bit of mine. Then it was time for supper. I didn't cook, thank goodness, but I did do the dishes after.

Now all I can think about is bed but I have a fear that I will lay down and won't be able to sleep because my mind will be running a million miles an hour as usual. I'll solve this by reading a book but sometimes books make me think and give me ideas and that gets the brain going even more.

Looking back at all I did today, no wonder I am so tired. And, it felt like I did less than normal today.

Standard definition

I was watching a tv show from the mid 80's earlier this week and I was thinking, wow, we looked like that? The world looked like that? And then, of course, I realized that there was something more at play than the dated clothes and hair styles. The show was filmed in standard definition.

We've been watching HD for so long now that anything not in HD looks dated no matter how you stretch it or optimize it and we're even at the point in time where there is a certain nostalgia for the SD look.

My parents grew up with black and white. I grew up with SD. My kids have HD. Who knows what will be next?

Maybe this?

The conversation game

I was sitting listening to a conversation last night and there were several times that I could have jumped in. I had stories that would have fit into the flow and all that but I didn't. I just sat there listening and hardly said a thing and I was just out on the deck reading fictional conversations between other people when this popped into my mind because it has been happening more and more lately.

There have been times recently when there have been awkward silences I could have filled in or I have found myself talking to someone and struggling with what to say next but it's not that I am at a loss for words. The words are in my head and I wait for the natural pauses where I could say them and then I let those pauses go right on by. What is the point, I think.

I've been talking for a good chunk of almost forty-six years and as I get older, I've about said what I need to say and maybe I get more out of listening, that might be true, but that's not really why I am saying less. I think that a lot of the time I'm just tired of talking. I appreciate the silence more than I ever have and I am also weary of trying to interpret the real feelings hidden behind the words that people say and frankly, a lot of the time, I'm tired of playing the conversation game.

Gloomy goodness

I feel it in the air
The summer's out of reach
It's gloomy and cool today here at the kitchen table and after a scorcher of a summer, we've suddenly had a shift in the weather that I feel like is never going to come until it happens. Before, it seemed like this might be the endless summer since it started getting hot back in April this year. I know summer is not over by a long shot but the potential for fall is here now like a relative that's been travelling for a while has sent a postcard announcing that they are on their way back.

It's the kind of weather that makes me feel like blogging again and I've been thinking about this site over the past few days, wishing I could think of some revolutionary way to share these words on your screen. The whole process seems so antiquated now and we're all so busy that publishing posts feels like an invasion of your precious time.

I guess there is no solution for this. I keep getting the writing bug. NaNoWriMo keeps slipping back into my mind after I couldn't motivate myself to participate in either of the Camp NaNoWriMo events. Maybe the key is cooler weather and the sun going down earlier.

Well, I just now, in real-time, got the word I don't have to do concession stand duty at the high school tonight so it's time for me to celebrate, take another sip of coffee and get back to work. Gloomy days like this might bother some people but I love them. Bring on the falling leaves! Bring on the pumpkin spice! 

Short update Monday

Wow, this blog is not getting much use.

Only short updates today -
I went back on private on the Twitter. I'm not using it much these days and I'm tired of bots although they don't come around much since I don't tweet much. I can set it and forget it with the padlock. The best feature of Instagram is being private.

It's a shame to see Twitter go by the wayside, ruined by its own user base and stupid monetization design ideas. But all good things eventually come to an end. Except for Big Macs. Big Macs are eternal. Signing up for updates via this page or using an RSS reader like Feedly is the best way to follow this blog anyway. Tweets are so 2015.

I moved all my chores from Todoist off of Sunday so I have officially reclaimed that day in the name of leisure and reading. My brief experiment of Sunday afternoon cleaning chores is over. I've spread them out over the work week now, a little each day between Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Of course, clothes get washed nearly every day. It's like a laundromat around these parts.

Big cleaning chores I have been putting off are getting completed left and right. It's exciting. With the kids young adults back in school, I've had more time to get some of the nitty gritty organization stuff going. I will have another load for the thrift store tomorrow and then it will be time for some big decisions about some items around here that need a permanent home or need to be shown the door.

That's it. Over and out until we meet here again.

Up all night

It's finally Sunday evening and I'm still in the weird floating space of my sleep pattern being thrown completely off.

It started Friday night with a late band trip (asleep at about 12AM) and then Saturday morning with trying unsuccessfully to sleep in to prepare for the all-nighter at the school for a lock-in that happened last night and Saturday afternoon with this feeling that I should be doing something different as the all-nighter was looming but I didn't know what to do so I proceeded as normal with this feeling of dread that I might poop out at a certain point.

And then it's 2AM Sunday morning and I'm walking around the halls of the high school and wow, that's surreal and weird and I felt out of sync and many of the students seem to be exhausted but I feel ok and then I'm standing outside watching the sun come up and there are moments of that when the whole thing seems unreal and then I'm on the way home and feeling fine until the wall hits at about 11AM, hour 26 of being awake but I have to eat lunch and do the things before giving in to sleep by 2PM and then waking up just an hour or so ago desperately needing food food food.

So, here I sit typing and I'm still tired and feel the need to go back to sleep. My eyes are heavy and burning and what time is it really (The clock shows 9:22PM but it doesn't feel like 9:22PM. It feels like some weird suspension of time. It's hard to describe.)

I think it was about 4:15am this morning when I started thinking about the nurses and others in the medical profession work crazy long shifts because I was really feeling it but the momentum was keeping me going while it seemed like everyone around me was dragging but maybe I had just fooled myself into thinking I didn't look like I was dragging also.

Wow, just totally lost my train of thought and realized I have been sitting here with my fingers on the keys typing nothing for a couple of minutes. I feel like I'm in a block of Jell-o.

When Harry Met Sally... at 30

Thirty years.

It's hard to get my head around that. I think back to seeing When Harry Met Sally... in the theater thirty years ago and I'm reminded that the passage of time seems like an odd magic trick. Sure, on one hand, it seems like that was a lifetime ago and wow, look how the world has changed. But then on the other hand, it seems like yesterday and wow, things haven't changed that much after all.

The brilliance of When Harry Met Sally... is how timeless it is. Yes, Dick Clark makes an appearance and there is not a cell phone to be seen but the story and the difficult questions that are presented to us in what is really a character study of two couples, Harry and Sally and Jess and Marie, are just as relevant to me today as they have ever been and maybe even more so.

When I heard Sally exclaiming to Harry "And I'm going to be 40!", I couldn't even imagine 40. Now, I have trouble remembering it. So my perspective on the movie has definitely changed but my appreciation is as great as it ever was.

What a wonderful gift Nora Ephron gave to us three decades ago and what wonderful memories I have of the movie and the music.

What is personal podcasting?

We took the diary first to the blog and then to the microphone.

It's as simple as that.

You have to be confident or crazy or a little of both to sit down in front of a microphone and talk about your day to day life, the ups and downs and the whole shebang or at least as much of the whole shebang as you can share without violating the confidences and privacy of the people closest to you.

I've been doing it for just over six years now and there are plenty of people who have been doing it much longer. I don't quite care if Tom Webster, professional consumer media behavior tracker, thinks my podcast or the whole genre of personal podcasts is painful of not. Tom would love for there to be fewer podcasts so there is more money to be made with less competition by the folks who pay for the results of Tom's research even if the podcasters like me could care less about making money.

The New York Times wants us to get out of the way of the monetizers but we won't. We'll keep sharing with our small audiences not because we seek fame or fortune or affiliate marketing deals or advertisements.

We'll keep doing it because we want to create and contribute and be a part of little communities spread over thousands of miles. You can't put a price on that.

Another week flew by

I didn't mean to wait an entire week between posts but that is how life goes sometimes.

Unlike last week when I was on vacation and in the woods, this week was all about the typical routine. In addition to being back at work and dealing with the typical chores, I got to sit outside on the deck and record a podcast and sit out on the deck and read a bit.

It has been blistering hot here (typical July) but mostly dry this week (a welcome relief). Of course, Tropical Storm Barry is on the way and will bring a bunch of rain into next week so I am going to do my best to get in additional deck time today between working no matter how hot it is!

Speaking of chores, I've been trying to spend more time through the week getting some rest and I've been piling most of the chores (aside from washing clothes which is a nearly daily pain) to the weekend.

This has given me more time to read also and to watch some movies, mostly on Turner Classics. We watched "Where the Boys Are" last night because Turner Classics did their annual day of beach movies and I recorded them all on YouTube TV. Sure, they are cheesy but there is something that draws me to watching them just about every year. I have "Beach Blanket Bingo" and "A Summer Place" to watch this weekend along with a handful of others.

Summer seems to be dwindling away even though it just started a few weeks ago. School is about to fire up and band season makes August to October fly by. I wonder what life will be like when those responsibilities dry up? Will summer and fall somehow magically slow down?

Oh, yes, one more note - my carrying around the Sony camera experiment died off fast, as predicated. I took that camera to camp and never pulled it out of the backpack.

Back from the woods

I am back from the woods and still reflecting on what I learned about everyone on the trip including and especially what I learned and rediscovered about myself. I expect to sit in front of the recorder soon (maybe even today) and talk through some of my thoughts.

I did find that being disconnected was as wonderful as I expected. I never felt bored. I never felt like I HAD to reach for my phone. There was always something to do and when there was not something specifically scheduled to do, I found something to do.

I hope I can hold on to some of the lessons I learned. I hope everyone else that was there can also.

Off to the woods and away from the onlines!

On Sunday, I head off to the woods on a camping trip where I will have no access to the onlines. No data connection. Terrible cell service. My plan is to keep the phone off. My family will have a landline number to me in case of an emergency. It will be interesting to revisit what life was like before we were so connected even if it's just for a few days.

In preparation for this, I am using the magic of Posthaven and Tweetdeck to still make my pointless contributions to the internet in my absence!

On Monday, you'll get a pre-scheduled tweet and a new episode (pre-recorded, of course) of Up In This Brain to celebrate Canada Day!

On Wednesday, starting at 6PM Central, you'll get 24 hours of tweets as a tribute to the original vlogger and creative pioneer Nelson Sullivan who left us thirty years ago this week. Nelson recorded hundreds of hours of his life between 1983 and 1989 and many of those videos are now online thanks to the work of people like Dick Richards. Hopefully, many people will be sharing his videos on this anniversary of his passing. I think he certainly deserves to be remembered and I talk more about that in the podcast that will be published on Monday.

Photo credit: Photo by Paula Gately Tillman - ©

So much content while I am away! Exciting!

I hope you all have a good week. I will be back online either Friday or Saturday unless the bears get me.

In your face(book)

I am amazed sometimes by what people post on Facebook. Posts I see range from absolutely stupid to absolutely gross to extreme TMI.

Facebook is a weird beast. It's a guaranteed audience for your entire post made up of a percentage of your "friends" that happen to be poking around the feed at any given time. If you have 500 "friends" on Facebook, I think you can assume that 150 to 200 might be exposed to your post. These 150 to 200 might be your family members, people you went to school with, people you work with, plus the randoms that you barely know but somehow they got in there.

Do you really want all of these folks knowing your dumb thoughts and observations on food, television commercials, political topics and more? Are your dumb thoughts and observations so important that you think hundreds of people should be exposed to them?

I enjoy seeing pictures of trips and events people attend. I like the milestone posts that are positive. I don't have the need to know that someone I was in one class with thirty years ago has an Amazon package being delivered late. I also don't want to read someone continually ranting and raving over this and that no matter how long I've known them.

In Facebook, it is very difficult to tune certain stuff out. I have to unfollow the person as a whole because I can't block certain words like I can on Twitter so I have a ton of people I have unfollowed on Facebook just for the sake of staying on the platform.

With the "internet of old" like this blog, you see the title of the post on Twitter and maybe a picture and you can choose to click that link and come here and read this. I don't jam the whole post in your face. I leave it up to you whether or not you want to participate. The same goes with the podcast.

Facebook is the equivalent of me stapling a flyer to your nose every time I have a thought and that, not the lack of privacy, will hopefully be its downfall when we all wake up to how crappy it is to have a nose full of staples.

When to stay put

At this exact moment for the last two Tuesdays, I have been jumping in the car and heading north, driving an hour and a half or so to play in a community band. Today, I am sitting here in the home office writing this post.

As I explained on the podcast today, I could feel my body starting to reject the limited sleep I have been getting lately and not just from my two nights of community band a week but also from the late hours doing concession stand work plus the typical early hours of work and the strain of summer yard work.

Several years ago, more stubborn me probably would have kept on keeping on until I ended up sick. Now, I realize that a healthy life involves proceeding with caution. Do as much as you can but know your limits and note the signs of increased stress, lack of concentration, etc. that come with pushing those limits.

Yes, there is still an urgency but we need to move forward with a healthy urgency or we'll end up being stopped in our tracks when our aging bodies finally say, "Enough!"

Sony Cybershot Pics 1

Here it is, the inaugural post of a new series that I'll probably forget to keep up with next week. On the podcast today, I talked about finding my last digital camera, a Sony Cybershot DSC-W800, in a tote. I thought it had gone to the thrift store a while back.

I charged it up and am hoping I will carry it around and take random pics with it that I will post here from time to time.

So, here we go, the first 6 random pics from my rediscovered digital camera. All of these were taken on the deck at lunch and the last one was an accidental button press!

The Square Rigger Attache

Recently on the podcast, I talked about my latest bag acquisition, a vintage Lands End Square Rigger Attache. I am not exactly sure why this bag popped into my head and I wasn't going to spend a ton of money on one but I was willing to spend a maximum of $20 on this one and luckily, I got it for just $14.99 shipped.

So, what was the Square Rigger bag? I would call it a canvas alternative to a briefcase. I don't guess many people carry briefcases anymore and I'm guessing backpacks are much more common than anything else these days so a bag like this is probably not going to be in high demand anymore which I guess is why it's no longer being made.

And, for the price, this bag would be expensive to replicate today. These bags sold for $39.95 in the 80's which is about $100 in today's money. One interesting feature is a very nice heavy-duty zipper around the bag. It never gets caught and seems to be as smooth to operate today as it was new. One unfortunate feature that you could get your initials sewed on the bag either for free or dirt-cheap so the majority of these bags has initials on them. The one I got does but I don't care. You can spend a lot more for one of these that has no initials but I see no point.

So, here are some pictures of the bag I got. It's in great shape for the age. The lighting wasn't perfect in the room where I took these (the kitchen) so the burgundy looks a bit washed out in the phones while it is not washed out at all in person. I've cleaned some spots on it and I am not using it just yet but I can see some trips to the library coming in its immediate future.

Just like inside of a briefcase, you have places for pens and even your calculator!

I don't know who VNA was but I'm glad they barely used their bag. This one is in great shape!

Don't mess with Mr. In-Between

My personal war against negativity rages on.

I mute accounts and if I get a notification and open an app, I try to I quickly move directly to the notification and not glance at the timeline.

And, yet, negativity still seeps through. I've seen two examples that I would call shocking in the last two weeks from people I semi-know (neither readers of this blog or part of the podcast community) who I think went way over the top in what they shared but it is probably just par for the course for them.

Just over a week ago, Warren Ellis wrote this in his newsletter (If you are still not subscribed but you read what I write here, my goodness - what are you thinking?) -

I'll only ever tell you about things I think are good.  Because, really, that's all we should be spending our time on, and all we should be raising up into the conversation.  Save your badness hot takes for Twitter or some other place where people prefer misery to joy. 

This has kept me thinking about why so many people spend their time sharing hate, negativity, anger, frustration, etc. and it has kept me considering each word I write here or say on the podcast. Should it be our mission to promote positive ideas and surround ourselves with positive people in our real lives and our virtual ones while many stew in anger? I am thinking, yes.


In other positive news this morning, here is a great post about the importance of blogging in a social-media driven world and here is the archive for 1000 words of summer, which started back up today.

Finally, this blog looks a little more like a blog now. Thanks to some tweaks I made to the template yesterday, you can come to the home page and see and scroll through whole posts instead of just snippets.


How long does it take to reconcile who you thought you would be x number of years ago with who you actually turned out to be?

In my case, a very long time but I think I've finally made it although I hate to admit it because I don't want to jinx myself.

The moment of reconciliation had been approaching for the last two years thanks to my involvement locally with the music program that my daughter is in.

The moment arrived last week as I walked through the hallways of the music department at my alma mater when I knew I was finally, after over two decades, at peace with the fact that music was my major but didn't end up being my life.

I am no longer distancing myself from playing music in order to distance myself from what I perceived as disappointment I thought I might have caused people who cared about me and invested time in me all those years ago.

I am no longer keeping my distance from people (or from places that conjure up memories of people) I thought I had disappointed.

And, now I realize that no one was disappointed at all.

We're not expected to know who we are going to be when we fill out that college application. They knew that. I didn't. And now I realize that any disappointment I perceived was projected from my own insecurities.

As much as we change and as much as people say you can't go home again, I have come full circle and I have discovered that the long-ago me that loved playing music has been right here all along waiting for me to find my way back.

What's a blogger?

In Crankshaft this morning (yes, comics are still in the newspaper although I read them online now), we have the question everyone would love to know the answer to.

Here is an answer but certainly not the only one.

A blogger is someone who enjoys writing and is too stubborn to quit writing on a blog even though the rest of the world has moved on to social media.

Staycation ponderings

Two notes as I pass the mid-point of the staycation.

First point - I've been quite mindful to make this a real staycation and that means shirking as many domestic responsibilities as I can. Sure, I mowed the yard because the forecast is calling for a ton of rain starting today. But I did not do most of my usual inside tasks such as mopping, cleaning the shower, etc. These items can wait a week although typing that just now makes me cringe with funkiness. Thanks to this additional freed up time, I have been able to watch several movies on TCM, finish one book, get an impressive head start on another and read most of the New Yorker Summer Fiction Issue.

Second point - With staycations come not cooking at home much/at all and that means eating out more than usual which would not please my doctor but does please my desire to reduce my domestic responsibilities this week (see First point) and this has exposed me to more terrible restaurant service than I am used to. Even if the service is technically good, meaning that the order arrives correctly the first time (which has not happened at two major chain restaurants so far this week), most employees I've encountered are just not polite. You say thank you, they just glare at you. They almost drop the plate on the table and not because it is hot (I checked) and they are so distracted that you have to ask for something two or three times before you get it. Of course, you may rightfully point out that restaurants are under-staffed and there is a greater population of people who go out to eat versus cooking at home now versus the olden days when I was a kid and yes, this is true, but even in my fast food days, we had minimal payroll and we were still expected to be nice.

It's gotten to the point that when someone is nice, whether they are the person checking you in at the doctor's office or checking you out at the drug store, they stand out because the majority of the population cannot seem to hide the fact that they would rather be anywhere other than where they are and yes, I get that also, but you are being paid to represent a company and not just how you happen to be feeling on a particular day.

Are we no longer teaching people to be nice as they grow up and then we're not training it and expecting it when they become employees? Maybe? The big problem, in my "old man yells at cloud" opinion, is that it's hard to know how to interact with a human being when your main interaction with others for hours a day is via a screen.

Staycation 2019

Thanks to Corner Gas, we have the concept of the staycation and I enjoy one every chance I get.

Most of my staycations happen because we've been too lazy to make plans and go anywhere.

This time, we have so much to do next week that we couldn't get away if we wanted to. We've stuffed in doctors appointments, car repairs, another evening working the concession stand and even a symphony concert.

It's going to be a full week.

How is this not just like every other week? Well, the big thing is I will be deactivating my work email from my phone. Out of sight, out of mind.

And, I have books checked out from the library and the deck is all done and ready for a lot of sitting and reading time.

It's going to be my kind of week.

Sunday Miscellanea

We have arrived at another Sunday afternoon and my laptop is out on the kitchen table so I might as well take the opportunity to post something. I don't have one particular cohesive thought to share so here are some odds and ends.

It's hot. Too hot. Spring went right to summer early and I'm already tired of it. I don't mind hot weather normally but this is baking weather and it wears me out. Instead of the normal highs around 80, here we are at 92 or 93 or more. Yuk. Everything I do outside is torture and this seems to be the time of the year when everything I have to do is outside.

Last night we were sort of outside running a concession stand for a concert that ended up being the biggest concert in venue history so, instead of getting home and getting to bed by 12AM, I got home and was in bed at 4AM. Ugh. I have some good stories to tell on the podcast so hang tight for those.

Tomorrow, I play in two concerts with the Community Band for Memorial Day. We start off in the morning playing at a Memorial Day ceremony at a Veterans Memorial Park and in the afternoon we will play a full concert at a park here closer to where we live. The good news is that they have taken the forecast high down to 92 from 95. :-)

Then next week, vacation! And it's a staycation this time because we just have too much going on. I start off the week with a physical and bloodwork (thrilling) and I have to take the Buick to a mechanic to get some work done on it (expensive) and we have another evening of fun scheduled at the concession stand (exhausting).

Now you are pretty much caught up on what's happening here in Armpit.

Until next time, I shall quote the words from the latest newsletter by Warren Ellis that dropped into my mailbox this morning. If you are not subscribed, you are missing out big time. You need to go out and sign up for Orbital Operations right now. I love getting it every week and you will love getting it every week. I guarantee it.
Take a breath.  Feel your feet on the ground.  You're standing on a ball that's spinning at a thousand miles an hour.  And the ball is moving through space at sixty seven thousand miles an hour.  You're doing all that without even trying.  Whatever the next week brings, it's not going to be too much trouble for someone moving at sixty seven thousand miles an hour while spinning around at 1000mph, is it? You can do anything. See you next week, speedy. 
- Warren Ellis (Orbital Operations 26 May 19)

The Podcasting Pouch

I've decided to try moving away from recording on the iPad for a while and that means I will be back using the trusty Sony recorder that I started out with in 2013. I've been storing the Sony and some of its accessories in a great banana pencil pouch I found at Target and now I have added a few items to allow me to grab and go when I want to record so I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to show it off.

So, here is the pouch, posed with some fast food condiments that just happened to be on the kitchen table.

In the outside pocket, I have a very old Radio Shack stereo microphone which originally came with a cassette recorder. It works nicely for in-car recording. I also have my patch cables for when I need to record audio off of the computer or another device. It don't use either of these very often. There is also room in this pocket for a couple of spare batteries just in case but the Sony recorder can record for hours and hours on one set of AAA batteries.

The inside pocket is stuffed full of goodies. Of course, this is where the recorder lives. It is no longer made but I think the newer version is fairly similar. Mine is a Sony ICD-AX412. I also have the earbuds that came with the first iPod Touch I got. They don't have the microphone on them so they are perfect for monitoring recordings. The external mic is a Sony ECM-DS30P Electret Condenser Microphone that @MMD sent me. My recorder is a model that has the ability to power that mic so that is pretty cool. Finally, I have my USB cable for transferring recordings so I can get my very valuable mundane thoughts out on the interwebs as fast as possible!

Website Woes

If you are one of the eight people that follow me on Twitter, you know that the hosting service for my podcast and a few others including In Your Earholes and Anthony Marco's podcasts is no longer working correctly.

This is disappointing personally for a number of reasons. Posthaven is cheap and up to now it has been reliable. You can't do much with it but you don't need to. As a podcast host, it's hard to beat.

Recreating the years of posts I have there would be a ton of work so I doubt I will do it. For now, I will put in a workaround on the sites I control and will start pondering a "life without Posthaven plan" just in case it comes to that. If I have to create new sites somewhere else, I doubt I would repost most of the archives. It would just take too much time.

The complete silence from Posthaven on the current issues is not a confidence builder but that is ok. Maybe this hiccup will prompt me to do something exciting and new or at least a bit different. Or, maybe the workaround will be perfectly adequate. There is nothing wrong with adequate.

I just do and do and do

Here it is, 8:50pm central on Sunday night, and I have the Asus Transformer out getting things done that I could put off until tomorrow but then I would have too much to do tomorrow so here I am reaching out to people and making plans that will take us right through the month of June.

Is there even such a thing as free time anymore?

If June is supposedly my quiet month, why is my June calendar steadily filling up?

I did get to sit out on the deck for about 30 minutes this morning reading and drinking my coffee and that was nice especially after all of the hours I spent getting the deck stained over the last few days and, wouldn't you know it, I saw little odds and ends I missed while I sat there and that took a little bit of joy out of it. It did rain this afternoon so there is no time for touch up today and there is graduation tomorrow so there will be no time for touch up then either.

The bad thing is when I do have free time I still have things popping into my head that I need to do and even if I don't get up and do them at that exact moment, the trying to remember to do them later becomes a to do in itself.

Busy, busy, busy....

Now trending - I don't know

Since slamming on the brakes on social media, this site, podcasting, healthy living, etc. I have slowly returned to these things with a mostly new attitude and as part of that I have slowly creeped back into the world of Twitter.

It's interesting to only have 9 followers now after I blew everyone away. I think it's a pretty accurate reflection of how many people still use it on a regular basis. At one point a few years ago before the first purge, I had accumulated nearly 500 followers. I had about 100 before this most recent purge.

I mostly only look at Twitter now on my personal laptop and sometimes I don't open my personal laptop for two or three days and I no longer feel like I am missing out on anything. This has been nice. What has not been nice was opening Twitter and seeing what is trending. Typically what is trending is a bunch of toxic garbage like the so and so is over party or quasi-celebrities who trend because they say really stupid things.

There is no way to turn off this list of trends so I decided to put mine in Japanese.

Sure, it's possible that this is full of toxic garbage also but I don't know that. I can't read any of it aside from the few English works that sneak in from time to time and I never click on those English words anyway. unrated could be about anything and I will never know and certainly don't care.

But, Jason, maybe you are missing out on some important breaking news? And, you might be right. That's the risk I have to take. Google News is the only news app I look at on a regular basis and its algorithm might be excluding important things. Who knows. I also stopped watching the evening news a few months ago and I can't say I really miss it.  

I assume that someone I follow on Twitter will do the dirty work for me and will share or comment about anything that is really important. And I have family members that are tuned in to what's happening who would probably mention if Armpit is about to be bombed or something like that. 

It's odd because I was that tuned in person for years. Newspapers. Magazines. Network news, national and local. I knew it all. But what good did knowing it all do? I was filled with anxiety over how out of control our world was/is. 

For now, ignorance is bliss.

I recorded today

And Monday also.

I'm trying to do these a bit differently. I'm keeping them shorter. I'm not talking about podcasting, podcasters, etc.

That's sort of a change from when I said back in March that I was not wanting to make my life podcasting fodder anymore. I realized in my hiatus that making my life podcasting fodder was not the problem. Being so tied into all of the noise was the problem.

This feels nice.

So far.