Heh. The title of this post came from me noting that fact that I had written three paragraphs on “dark mode” and that you were very lucky that I thought better of it and deleted it. I then wrote nine paragraphs of scattershot updates, some of which were interesting, some of them probably less so, but…
Holy hell, Squarespace’s blog editor could use some work. The whole post disappear with one keystroke. I have no clue which keystroke. I know for damned sure the “undo” button won’t actually undo it so what’s the point? This is beyond frustrating. I mean, it would be worse if I’d lost a really good post, like that 70s television thing, but it’s still baffling that this is possible while at the same time impossible to reverse.
Speaking of bad ideas, I found myself singing The Who’s “5:15” in a deeper register and with a slightly country and western inflection. When all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail, and when all you have are electronic instruments, you start imagining an electronic reworking of the song. I am almost certain that this is not something I should devote any time to. I am less certain that I’ll avoid the temptation. You’ are warned.
Not related to anything, but here’s a photo of a snail covered in baby snails:
Your timeline is now blessed.
Anyway, I’m in fake-it-til-you-make-it mode right now. The well inside me is dry, but the itch is there. I want to do/read/write/play things, but I’m devoid of inspiration. That’s no excuse for not doing these things, but it’s an explanation, if that makes any sense. The rest of the year is going to be a roller coaster, not so much in the “up and down sense”, but rather in the “oh shit, we’re at the top of the hill and in a matter of moments, this sucker’s gong to go and there’s no getting off” sort of way.
I am not, by nature, a holiday person. I am trying to be one this year. This particular holiday is, has been a good start. We had a simple plan: Hit up the farmer’s market, cook all day, stay home by ourselves, and don’t stress out. We did a good job with, although if yours truly had paid a little more attention, we probably wouldn’t have had goose-gizzard-as-opposed-to-just-goose-confit on the table, but it did give us a lot of duck fat and duck fat is a thing that magically makes everything better.
I think I’m going to call it now as I have nothing in particular left to say and I’ve determined that a lot of what I said in the lost post was better off lost. I hope you’ve had some time away with work and that you’ve had the opportunity to spend that precious time any way your heart desires, be it with family, with friends, or alone if that’s your preference.
Cheers,
RK