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Unnecessary Toys; North Shore Therapy

Test drove a Prius C over the weekend. It felt so much like my old car, but a hybrid. If I needed a car, and if it wasn't red, I might be driving again today.

I also did some scooter shopping. While they're all conventional drive vehicles, the lower cost, and summer-only use encourages me to consider getting one. When bought used, they are only about $3k for a well-maintained bike.

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But what if we made a list?

I miss programming. It was the last thing I was good at. Which is not to claim any particular demonstrable level of skill or aptitude. But that one class I took in 2012 I worked hard at, and I got good grades for my hard work. I miss having something I could work at and feel I was making progress in understanding and skill. Unfortunately I keep being too occupied with work and school or otherwise insufficiently self-directed - as well as lacking in inspiration - to pursue further development in learning to program. Or rather, given the long gap of inactivity, re-learning to program.

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Found thought objects

Current assignment - still the same assignment - is a pseudo-presentation for undergrad science students on the importance of records and archives. Consequently have been focusing reading on records practice in science, the use of records as evidence and the personal process of developing record-keeping style as part of being enculturated to a community of practice.

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Not asleep

Awake too early thanks to bad dreams. Dreams of a screaming, fist-pounding, equipment-endangering outburst of frustration and then having to put back on the happy, untroubled face for my family so they wouldn't condemn or press for explanation. The only part remaining I can put into words.

Awake too early because I was awake and the sense of some dread, amorphous feeding presence made sleep too fearful. And because sleep had fled in the face of perhaps adrenaline. I would like to sleep more - I've been so tired - but must wait for things to pass.

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And the world rewards you for it

It’s not that I’ve forgotten how to self-care, it’s that I’ve actively dismantled my ability for it, not just for days, weeks, or months, but years. There was a moment during high school where I went, “if I’m only worth my ability to work, then to hell with how I feel about it.” I became not only a hard worker, but an obsessive, relentless worker that forgot about vacations and most concepts of working hours. If it had to be done, I’d be the one to do it.

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Archiving session

Studying records and archives this semester. The first assignment for this class is to put together a presentation for undergraduate science students who are skeptical of the value of archives. Sadly it looks like archiving is rather more focused on communicative human artefacts than the preservation of broader information objects. Otherwise, I had been hoping to incorporate this video from the American Museum of Natural History as an illustration of why this work is important to their work.

 

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Feeding the Monster

Social networks don’t want you to be able to block people. 

Imagine a social network as a the monster plant from Little Shop of Horrors. It doesn’t care about you, or your friends, or anyone. It just wants to be fed. How do social networks feed? By the posts, reblogs, follows, likes, profile information, and anything else you shovel into its gaping maw. 

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