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Am I teaching my kids how to fly under the radar? To be invisible and live contact and conflict free. To just get by.

I like to see what kinds of snacks other kids are eating and somehow pidgeonhole their parents based on that dumb scrap of info

Pizza day a day early for school lunch. Which means, a bit less work for me than normal. Santa is coming to visit on a sleigh ... I mean, errrr ... a helicopter. Dropping things from helicopters seems to be a Texas thing on the major Christian holy days.

I'm now always turning on the auto-check in the NYT crossword. It just makes life a bit nicer and simpler. Why torture myself over a letter or two?

Saw The Smile tonight. Their groove is undeniable. The Melodie's are alright. The percussive guitars and the drums that can rise up and take over. The basement vibes of a jam noise band are cute. Hall of famers breaking back into the stage after a season away. I can see why they came to the U.S.

Why would they talk? I wondered. As another evening passed nearly speechless and thoughtless, even the most consequential details overlooked and ignored. Miscommunicated. Half of what's said is misspoken.

Consider the amount of your life you've spent turning socks and underwear inside out. Stop doing it now, before it's too late.

Human communication is fundamentally a one to one phenomenon. And the internet has fouled it all up. And we all ignore phone calls now. And are unable to focus and pay small attention to what's right in front of our faces.

I think I've thought and posted this multiple times, but I'm now convinced that YHF and Ghost are actually Jim O'Rourke albums.

I'm obsessed with why my city chose to have the Y operate the new rec center. Not that I'm opposed. I'm obsessed with the actual decision making process. And what it means for me and the city.

I still like flipping through channels better than flipping through the endless pile of streaming offerings.

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.

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.