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Why email is still the best mode of electronic communication

Respectful of attention and time Capable of deception or radical honesty Free and fast Also slower and more easily buried and unnoticed Expansive and containing a lore and etiquette Connection to history

The rampant fetishization and hobbyization of notebooks and pens and paper has prevented many valuable words from being written - killed by indecision and aesthetic illusions.

It's hard to believe I used to frequently wear ties and suit costs - just because.

There's an old man here carrying a moleskine notebook in his back pocket.

A mom was just calling her kids Nancy and Leroy to get ready to go. Don't hear those names often these modern times.

What I want for our new house is that it would, within the first 6 months, function and appear and feel like we are about to list it for sale. Then I can live in peace.

To a 2 year old the ocean is a giant puddle. Bringing equal joy to the one found in the store parking lot.

The internet started to get bad when it undertook the task of showing us things. Figuring us out. Deciding what was worth our attention. These things instead of allowing us to pursue our own ends and means and interests. And organically find like minded people.

At a Flying J on Hwy 20 in northern Iowa, the unedited version of "She Hates Me," the absolutely AWFUL Puddle of Mudddddd song, was playing on the public speaker system. Offensive to the ears and every other sense. Shameful.

Watched the first third of Fire Walk With Me last night. That film is genuinely frightening and unnerving.

Travel day yesterday. Made decent time in the end. Oklahoma was almost entirely rain, much very heavy. Considered stopping under a bridge. Trying to break through here and get at what's on my mind. There is a wall in my stomach and in my brain that prevents me from acting and moving in a direction. We split the driving evenly. I'm also excited for the Taptic typing feedback in iOS 16. Also I'm excited for iCloud shared family photos. Who will share mine?

Finished Drive My Car the other night. Great ones movie. The trajectory of the last third was inevitable yet surprising in its particularity.

We had to bring Sherman along. His usual caretaker refused this time because he terrorized her cats last time. Then again she could have moved the litter box.

First reaction to Wilco cruel country: the artwork is ... like my grandma's table doily. But my grandma didn't have a table doily.

Finally - finally getting around to dropping of M's returns. Foundation inspection. Going over full inspection report again. Costco trip. Which Costco will be closest now? Analyzing all my latest tweets. Soccer lunch at the newly opened McD's play place. Which is just ... WHUFF.

Checking out DVDs from the library is much more interesting and exciting to all the kids in my family except for the 13 y/o. The little ritual of inserting the DVD. The annoying ads and menu navigation - it's all gravy to them - interesting and novel - even if the exact same show is available on streaming whatever.

I just told F “I’m thinking about taking you and lw to Costco to get hot dogs for dinner” - and his immediate response was “I want to go there TO GET SAMPLES. I think about going there TO GET SAMPLES every day.”

My brain — consumed by chatter, clatter, and whatever is the matter — can't know how to start anything but the next episode.

Here is a thing that just happened: my 2 y/o engaged the Echo to "play," as he often does. It chose to play "Music by The Replacements." Then I said, "This song hits daddy right in heart of all my feels." Then everyone wanted to turn the song off immediately.

I wish that more people just ordered black coffee at every coffee shop. Save everyone lots of time.

Maybe most specifically the tech talk and Apple nerd sphere of shows. I appreciate that community and I'm not going to abandon it. But it's dawning on me how vapid and repetitive most of it is. Year after year the same discussions over and over.

I can feel myself moving away from podcasts. Dare I say my dependence upon podcasts to get through the day. This has been an ongoing concern passed down from my window cleaning days, working outside and invisibly and alone.

I don't know when I'll be able to move past knowing that many thousands of people carry on life as if they believe "a thing" (could be any number of things ... let my readers fill in the blank) - when in reality their motives are entirely cynical and selfish.