
Entropy shall be overcome

Entropy shall be overcome
This city is best at Halloween.

There is a small and somewhat dirty window here, too. It is usually shuttered because of the reflection the light creates on monitors.
It’s all about productivity, right?
Now that I can’t work from home anymore I can no longer clean and organize. And it pains me.
So we paid a nice lady with cool Caribbean accent to come once a month and do that. And the job she did is so superior to mine.
And now we are officially those people.
get one of these:
and an ushanka hat
If someone asks you what you are, answer, “No, YOU’re the puppet!”
No Halloween for me this year, so this will just remain an idea.
My one and only (I think) anon is back :). I am well, though not looking forward to winter. New(ish) job at a no longer pathetic company, but still questioning if this is what I really want to be doing.
Fatherhood is as cliche goes – challenging and physically and mentally exhausting, but the upside is amazing and wonderful and ever changing and unlike anything else – and that makes it all worthwhile.
The short answer that this research concludes is, thankfully, no.
But there is always nuance, of course.
The Atlas tiny house: a 179 square foot tiny house on wheels with an outdoor patio
A tiny bit of land in the Berkshires and this would be perfect please.
Going for a flu shot and realizing which company my doctors office is sharing the floor with.
And yet – my reading “queue” consists of Interface, an apparently prescient 1994 book by Neal Stephenson, and a thoroughly researched Ullrich Volker’s tome about Hitler that everyone keeps talking about.
I just can’t do dystopia anymore, I can’t keep seeing it in the world around – it has to be something from a completely different era and escapist, something that will make me continue believing in inherent goodness of humans.