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I started writing this post in early 2016, after having ghosted my 50th high school reunion in the September of 2015. My notes from back then were

not clear what I was avoiding: needs further analysis. In general, I wasn't really sane at that time. [I was starting to burn out, though I didn't know it at the time.]

The original plan was for me to go to the reunion, then go with the whole family to Mom's birthday party. Somewhere in there I panicked over finances, and let it slide until I ran out of time.

I was also avoiding (a) the unfamiliar transportation situation around the reunion, and (b) the known problems with Colleen on a long air trip. I went to Mom's party by myself.

When it came time to make arrangements for Mom's party, the original plan had been completely forgotten -- I only discovered my notes for that after the fact.

I went to my 50-year college reunion in 2019, partly because of not having gone to the HS reunion. But this year, I skipped the (roughly) 50-year reunion of Columbae (the co-op I lived in my last couple of years of grad school), and went to OVFF the following week. This weekend as I write this. You'd think I would have learned.

The logistical considerations were different this year -- instead of worrying about flying with Colleen, I was worrying about the cats. But if I'd had any damned sense I would have gone to the reunion, letting G care for Ticia, and boarded all four cats to give me an uninterrupted long weekend on Whidbey. Which would have been useful. And I would have been able to schedule medical appointments a week earlier. (Of course, at the time I didn't know that I was going to need that many medical appointments.)

I realized a couple of weeks ago that one common factor was travel arrangements. I've almost always either had people to travel with, or at least a convention to wind up at, in a known hotel, so most of my arrangements were predetermined. And conventions are usually at airport hotels, so I've rarely had to rent a car. I can do all that stuff, and have done all that stuff, but when I'm depressed and obsessing over it I tend not to think clearly, and apparently it's really easy for me to procrastinate until it's precisely too late for anything but the default decision. Which is invariably wrong.

I had a similar problem back in 2017 with the total solar eclipse -- by the time I realized that I really needed to make reservations, it was too late. (Though even the 95% we had in Freeland was pretty impressive.) I wonder what I'll do about the one next year. There's still time. OTOH the best seeing will be in Texas.

And I wonder what I'll do about my 55th college reunion, which is next year. And a few months before that, Consonance, in the Bay Area. Maybe I should practice a little before then?

Meanwhile, here I am at OVFF. And I'll have a pretty good time! (Whether I actually do any singing in open filk circle is an open question -- so far I haven't.) But I've missed seeing another group of people I'll probably never have a chance to see again. It seems my bucket list has a hole in it. (Cue "There's a Hole in the Bucket", which may explain some things.)

I should post this before tomorrow. Which is only 14 minutes away.

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I'm starting this post on March 6th, 2021 -- I expect to put it up in a week or so, but next week promises to be busy and I want to put some thought into it. I see that I posted "COVID-19: Episode 1 -- Household notes and links so far" exactly a year ago, so that makes it a particularly good day to start.

A week later, I wrote I'm 73 years old today. In the middle of a pandemic that disproportionally kills older people, in a country with a totally broken public health system. That was also the day that COVID-19 was officially declared to be a pandemic; I made Monday the 16th (Colleen's birthday) my last singing lesson and PT appointment, and the 17th my last in-person shopping day. We didn't go anywhere but medical appointments after that, until last week when (about three weeks after my second shot of Moderna vaccine) I started going into the drug store rather than arranging for curbside pickup.

At this point, with everyone else in the household having received their first doses, I could theoretically go back to being the one who does almost all the shopping, but I rather like having L' do the grocery shopping from a list. Much less expensive.

... and now it's March 24th, and I can no longer recall what I meant to say in this post. Something about how the year has gone, or what I feel about it. But feelings are not my strong point, and the year has mainly been more of my usual procrastination, not much different from the year before, and the year before that. See also, mdlbear | COVID-19: Planning and accountability revisited, from last November. For what it's worth, here's New Year's Day 2021. If I look sideways at the time I spend reading DW and so on, I suppose I can count it as self-care. And I've done a little organizing, though with the addition of the stuff from Mom's apartment it's been something like one step forward and one step back. Around here it takes all the running you can do just to stay in place.

They say that people procrastinate things that make them uncomfortable. That's part of a feedback loop, of course: I procrastinate things because thinking about how much I've procrastinated makes me even more uncomfortable. AARGH.

A couple of links that felt relevant when I started this post. Whether they still are is left as an exercise for the reader.

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My penchant for leaving things to the last possible minute seems to be in full force this month. There are things -- mostly things that require making phone calls -- that have been hanging around for over a month. And then there's practicing for Saturday's concert. So what do I do? Read, mostly. DW and Discord and Slack (oh my!). And use the fact that Desti spent much of the day in my lap as an excuse to read rather than write, since it's hard to type with one hand stuck under a purring cat. And at least I'm not doomscrolling.

However, here I am, writing a semi-random stream-of-consciousness blog entry because I'm too lazy to actually think of something meaningful to write about. It does seem to get worse as I grow older. Since I don't have an actual job to structure my days around, I don't seem to have the motivation to do much of anything. (I've done a little system administration, but not very much. Puttering.)

My concert setlist has gradually been taking shape. When I ran through it Monday, it was well over an hour and a half, so I'm obviously going to have to do some cutting. That will have to include QV, because I really want to do Millennium's Dawn and two 12-minute songs in a 55-minute concert would be at least one too many. (I'm sure some you reading this might think it's two too many, but...)

Looking over last year's stats I see quite a few filler posts, mostly on Wednesdays. So that makes a good excuse, right?

NaBloPoMo stats:
   5827 words in 12 posts this month (average 485/post)
    286 words in 1 post today

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So... on January 1st, 2017, N and I went out car shopping and came with a sliver Honda Odyssey, which we named Rosie after the character in my song "The Rambling Silver Rose" (which was, in turn, inspired by and titled after our (mine and C's, that is) first minivan, a silver Mercury Villager).

One day in June of 2018 she simply refused to start, after N had pulled off the road to read directions. The AAA driver determined that the problem wasn't the battery; possibly the starter. Since then, she's been sitting in N's driveway waiting for somebody to decide whether to fix her up, fix her up and sell her, or sell her as-is. Well, you know how good I am at putting off decisions.

Once something's been procrastinated long enough, one's mind just automatically shies away from thinking about it. It's like an invisibility spell. Anyway, a couple of days ago one of N's neighbors asked if we wanted to sell her, and today I drove down and N and I filled out the paperwork. She's gone. She's going to a good home; the guy who bought her is going to keep her name.

I was singing her song when I pulled onto I5 North.

By morning you might sell your soul To keep her past the dawn, But the wandering star is calling, And the Rambling Rose is gone.
NaBloPoMo stats:
  11541 words in 22 posts this month (average 524/post)
    266 words in 1 post today

mdlbear: blue fractal bear with text "since 2002" (Default)

I guess it's been a pretty decent week in many respects. I started learning a new programming language (Go, AKA Golang), met [personal profile] dialecticdreamer, did some singing, put in three job applications (one of which I don't expect to go anywhere; the form didn't have a place for a cover letter), and acquired a new domain (computer-curmudgeon.com -- the site is still under construction). Also, Colleen came home from rehab on Wednesday, and progress has been made on re-organizing various parts of the house.

So why do I feel like an utter failure who can't get anything done?

To answer my own question... it's clearly because there's so much I haven't done. The yard is a mess, there are boxes sitting around from when we moved in a year and a half ago (and some of those haven't been opened since we moved from the Starport in 2012), there's mail stacked up on five different surfaces, I have three different medical referrals I need to follow up on, and so on. So, ... yeah. That.

Part of that, I suspect, is due to the fact that I've never been able to deal well with uncertainty, and so many of my decisions in the past have gone disastrously wrong. Never mind that some of those seemed like the right thing to do at the time; that doesn't help get me out of the trainwreck I'm in now. In many cases, as N puts it, I was making decisions based on who I wanted to be rather than who I am. That's probably worth a post or ten by itself.

Notes & links, as usual )

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I haven't been writing much at all lately. I'm thinking it's time I did. There are a good number of things I'd like to get back to work on; some of you might have preferences or suggestions.

Part the First: Once and Future Posts

There are several series of themed posts I'd like to get back to work on. I suppose I might be able to put out one or two -- not one of each, though that would be really nice -- every week. We'll start with the ongoing series -- there's a lot of meta work that needs to be done, like a landing page, tagging the strays, and so on.

Not to mention copying them onto my website, and working out a way to host them there and have them crosspost onto DW, LJ, etc. rather than the other way around.

The River

The longest-running series of blog posts so far is The River -- posts here tend to be introspective, on sub-themes like friendship, love (whatever that is), stress, depression, and the care and feeding of geeks. If you want to start at the beginning, it's here at skip=500. Gleep.

I'm going to keep going with this, of course. At one point I was thinking of gathering the posts between 2008 and 2010 or thereabouts into a book, with the title Two Years On the River, but of course never got around to it. Plausible?

Technology

Most of these articles never got onto LJ; it's a series of artcles on my website over a decade ago. This is mainly about Linux. Other articles along that line include Adventures in Family Computing. Repost them on DW? There are also a lot of computer and networking posts that could easily fall into this category.

I could probably put things like cooking, woodworking, and my post about how to load a dishwasher under here.

Things with Tales

This one really needs some organization. I've written about several of my "things", including luggage, laptops, and musical instruments, but the only tagged one at the moment is The Hartmann bag.

Songs for Saturday

This one is pretty self-explanatory. I should get back to it. Even though it quickly became rather a lot of work, it had and has the advantage of being based on (but be careful always to call it please) research rather than originality.

It occurs to me that I could easily fill this in by posting some of the notes/backstories of my songs. Hmm.

Songs and Poems

In addition to writing more of these, I need to go back and consolidate the tags, since I see that I've also used "songs" and "poems" in a couple of cases.

Should I post highlights from the past? Dredge up some of the poetry I wrote in college and type it in? Grovel through the usenet archives?

Understanding Ursine

This is a project I've been thinking about for a couple of years now; I seem to recall making a bit of a start in a River post. You see, my use of language tends to be a little, shall we say, idiosyncratic. Words and phrases like "sorry" and "working on it" could easily generate a longish post.

Part the Second: Fiction

I've always wanted to write science fiction. I've always been pretty bad at it. This may be something I could work on. There are two longish pieces that were, at one point, almost "finished" in the sense of having a beginning, middle, and end, with a semblance of plot in the middle. Both would require a fair amount of work.

Rambling Rose

This is probably the closest thing to a finished story, best described as the back story to my song The Rambling Silver Rose (and something of a sequel to Bound For Hackers' Heaven. It's 700-odd lines; maybe serialize it here? That would be good for a couple of posts. What's a good size?

A Place to Run Free

Bound For Hackers' Heaven isn't just a song; it actually came out of a story that I wrote back in 1988. Along with several others, some of which are on my CD. And it's part of the backstory to Silk and Steel. It has a lot going for it, and it needs a nearly-complete rewrite. I mean, 1988.

It's written as a series of forwarded emails. The absolute minimum that could be done to fix it would be to change the framing to make them blog posts, pin down the dates (in 2030 and 2038), and change the author of the cover letter from Lexy to the viewpoint character, Lady Melody. Who is an AI built into a guitar.

On the other hand, a rewrite would be a pretty big can of worms to open -- the temptation would be to fill in more pieces of the blog, and to tie it in with S&S (which takes place at least seven years later, and there's a huge hole in between). (It's also 150 years before Rose; the Lady is still around, of course, and so is Hacktown, which gets a brief mention.)

But it would be fun. I think.

Part the Third: Longer Non-Fiction

Of course, any of the post series could turn into a book, though not all of them would benefit from such treatment. Here we turn to the few projects that were planned from the start as books, and are far enough along to actually have a hope of getting finished.

Neither of these is on the web, and both are written in LaTeX (which isn't an insurmountable problem -- there's a LaTeX-to-HTML converter which I've used quite a lot).

The BIG Number Book

This is actually pretty much finished, and has been since 1999, except that it's meant as a kids' book, so it needs illustrations. A large number of them.

The Magic Mirror

If Rambling Rose is the back-story behind The Rambling Silver Rose, The Magic Mirror is the back-story behind The World Inside the Crystal. Inside the computer is a world where magic works.

I really need to get back to this. The oldest commit log message, from 1998, says "initial checkin of Aug 18, 1996 version". The only thing after that is a minor spelling correction. So, yeah. Needs updating.

There's an outline and the chapter heads, but it's very incomplete. And of course it predates most of what we think of as the Web.

So there you have it.

Thoughts? Did I mention that I tend to get paralyzed when I have too many choices? Yeah, that. Did I also mention my recording projects? I did not. Those have been stalled for a few years, too.

Sometime soon, maybe even this week, I should post something more about where I intend to go from here. Getting the nonfiction books onto the web might be good places to start, though it's always tempting to spend time revising, editing, and organizing rather than actually writing.

I don't have a very good track record with New Year's resolutions, either.

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Um... right. You can tell it was a productive day from the small number of notes? Something like that.

Because, aside from not taking a walk due to working through lunchtime, it was a very productive day. I got a couple of overdue bills paid, practiced a couple of songs, blew through my JIRA task list at work, helped the coworker who's integrating audio into the client, and did some long-delayed web stuff in the evening.

I also spent the entire evening in the living room with Colleen working on Cygnus -- it's a real pleasure to have a netbook that has a full-sized keyboard with good (i.e., IBM-like) key feel.

I finally folded up at 11:30. DO NOT LIKE this "need to get more sleep" thing. I know, self-care and all that. It still sucks.

I don't know what it was about those two bills. They're from Kaiser, because my employer switched our plan from a from the HMO plan we've had since forever, to one that sends me two totally incomprehensible bills every month. And because I tend to put off anything that smells of paperwork. Which reminds me to get my W2 out of my bag.

Anyway, that's done.

I also don't know what it is about some of my coworkers. I mean, R is an experienced contractor, and can't be all that much younger than I am. But he's a Mac expert, uncomfortable with the command line, and shows an appalling ignorance of such Unix fundamentals as processes and PTYs. I've seen this before -- S back at my previous gig had similar problems.

I really don't like to think of myself as smarter than most people -- when you're one of a handful of researchers that doesn't have a PhD it's hard to hang on to that illusion -- but I probably do have a much broader range of experience than most. Starting in the days of vacuum tubes and Hollerith cards can do that, I guess.

One link, to Whose site is it anyway? | Files That Last. Worth a read if you have someone else maintaining your website; my employer ran afoul of this last year.

raw notes )
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It's been a weird week: I've Gotten Things Done. I seem to have gotten past some kind of huge roadblock, or in River terms perhaps caught a following wind instead of drifting.

I can attribute a lot of it to the "Avoid Avoiding" group I've been attending for the last couple of months, but probably not all of it. Somehow it's gotten a little easier to simply do things when I happen to think of them rather than postponing them.

Not always. I postponed a long-overdue phone call to my broker (about springing loose enough cash to pay off my credit cards), partly because I had just remembered that I had her number in my phone, but still had no idea what to say. And it took a (temporary, as it turned out) network outage to get me back to reconfiguring the Starport's main gateway. An impending deadline to get me back to coding at work, and another to get me back to practicing guitar at home. But there's progress.

Not huge progress, but it's real, and I think worth mentioning.

Envelanche

2008-11-08 06:50 am
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Next week I really have to stop procrastinating Sorting the Piles. The big tower of charity mailings collapsed this morning; I just spent the last 15 minutes or so piling it into a file box. The third one this year, I think.

I really have to set up a "sort-as-you-go" system, which is what I do for catalogs and receipts. And get much more ruthless about triage.

Next week. Really.

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I actually got a couple of things done today (surprise, surprise). First, I finished mounting all the pieces of my new recording system. You'll notice I didn't say "packaging" -- said pieces are all mounted "open-face" on a plastic clipboard, using 4-40 screws, standoffs, threaded rod, and a little bit of wishful thinking. However, the new motherboard booted up with the old hard drive, which is now the only moving part in the whole system. It's quiet, which is a Good Thing in a recording system. If the sound of the disk drive gets noticable, I'll go to a CF card. It really needs a re-install based on Etch.

The other thing I did was put up web pages for the two future albums: Amethyst Rose and Hackers' Heaven. Mainly because I promised myself and the Net that I would have them up by now. Two days late, and lacking even preliminary songlists, but better late than nothing.

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Technical reports are due to our lab's parent company at the end of March -- it's our only actual deliverable, so it's important even if all they do is count the pages. Last year, after they got done accounting for all the steps, we ended up having to have the TR's written by the middle of February. My boss, [livejournal.com profile] mr_kurt, reminded us of this in our weekly group meeting this afternoon, and left the rest to our sense of duty.

Some people have sense enough to write things up as they go along during the course of the year. But I'm a bear of very little brain, so it's going to be a busy couple of weeks. Not to mention recording a couple more tracks to be ready for Consonance at the beginning of March.

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