Bits

I love checking out and learning all sorts of new things I can do with my DGX Spark on the forums. I may need to check out Perplexity's Portable Computer too.

What would you have to give up to do your life's work?

Everyone washes their hands. Same soap, same water, same thirty seconds. The difference is who we see in the mirror.

I made it almost 3 years without upgrading my phone. While I love the dimensions and weight of my current device, I'll probably have to upgrade this winter as battery life is just abysmal. On a recent family trip to Japan, I was cycling through two magnetic battery packs a day (and charging both every night)!

Magical Mystery Tour is the best-sequenced pop record ever made. All the weird on side A. All the hits on side B. A two-minute instrumental, a Harrison drone about waiting on a friend who never shows, music hall played straight, Walrus, and then five singles with nothing to skip. Those five? Hello Goodbye, Strawberry Fields Forever, Penny Lane, Baby You're a Rich Man, and All You Need Is Love. No producer would sign off on that shape today!

I have fond memories of my grandfather driving my grandmother, brother, and I to his office. North on the 101 for 20 miles, listening to music from the 60s. Today a distant memory triggered when I listened to the Kinks. It really got me.

Pushed a big update to this site. New look and feel, and Atlas, Palabras, and Records are now online. Feels good to have them deployed.

Weeks and quarters produce output. Decades and centuries produce civilization.

I love measuring time while doing things by playing new and favorite records. It's an anti-timer that's less brutal. This morning I'm going through Interpol's latest, This Mirror Weighs a Ton. So far I'm loving it. Ever the Actor and So Rides the Reindeer are already leaving an impression on me.

Geese — "Au Pays du Cocaine" live at Reading Festival.

Red House Painters' Old Ramon on while I edit photos from the summer jaunt to Paris and Zurich.

Raining outside this morning. I'm doing chores, listening to new Westside Cowboy and Weezer, while my girls work on brain puzzles.

While I'm tempted to buy a vintage watch, I can't help but feel like I'm wearing someone else's history on my wrist instead of forging my own. I think I'm better off buying something new, taking it everywhere on my journey, and giving it its own history.

Reasoning and daydreaming have opposite objective functions. Reasoning contracts the space and prunes early. Daydreaming expands the space and prunes late.

I have great childhood memories of playing Columns with my mom. I was thinking about the game earlier today and had completely forgotten the art. They sure don't make them like they used to.

I've made dozens of applications, games, prototypes, and tools with AI this year. Now I'm archiving most of them, simply because I'm not using them. Summer cleaning, maybe. Or clearing room for what I think will be another great vibe-coding fall and winter as the new models land.

I've always wanted to live in a glass house. Nothing in it, or close to nothing. A bed, a chair, a small divider of frozen atoms between me and the trees. In the morning the light would come through green, filtered twice, once by the firs and once by the glass, and lie across the floor in long unhurried stripes. Rain on all sides at once. Snow piling on the sill at eye level while the room stays warm as blood. The trees come up out of the same dirt I'll eventually go down into, and through the glass I could watch them rise, slowly, for years, the way you watch anything you love. Best to have little. None of it gets buried with you, and whatever does stops being yours at the door. A glass house is just a grave you can see out of. I mean that as a compliment.

Uploaded my old iTunes library to the cloud. Twenty-six years of songs, collected across different eras of my life. Going back through them, the songs keep pulling up memories I forgot I had.