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For all the warranted critiques of the New York Times, and laments about the arc of newspapers, I am grateful for the Metro Diaries feature of that paper. I have been reading it, on and off, for 25 years.

I think I have to give my Dad credit, to whom I don’t give a lot of credit, for pointing it out to me in a print edition of the Sunday New York Times about that long ago. Back when the Sunday Times was a big thick paper, and the Metro section (if you bought it within range of the city, at least) seemed bigger than my local city paper (with the ads removed, anyway).

My kid is in the bath, cracking himself up with repeat declarations (but with varied timing and emphasis) of “I like poop!"

Normal toddler stuff or stand-up in the making? Can’t be far from a rendition of The Aristocrats joke….

Listening to self-aware comedians discuss their personal pasts (a la Maron’s WTF, and also Conan’s podcast) is almost as good as a therapy session.

How the day is going so far

Ordered a BLT. Having not explicitly checked the boxes for “Lettuce” or “Tomato,” when I received my order I was almost incensed: “Hey, I didn’t ask for … oh, wait.”

Found a stray turd in the house. Don’t know when it got there. Pretty sure I know who did it.

We have a 3 year-old who doesn’t like to poop, so holistically, this is a win… but clearly concerned that this happened in secret without being obvious to me for an unknown amount of time.

I may be a little burned out.

The Omni Group is 30 years old.

Jesus.

You know, I kind of think OmniFocus would look better on NeXTSTEP. (I kid, I love their software, but I think on that one front I’ve settled on Things.)

I did have the pleasure of running OmniWeb on a rescued NeXTcube … nearly a decade after the machine was made and a half decade after OmniWeb first came out.

Currently reading: Down and Out in Paradise by Charles Leerhsen 📚

I put in Lincoln in the Bardo on the back burner, and ripped through almost all of this over the weekend. I’ve got my qualms with it, but not with the idea of sandblasting the hagiography of Bourdain.

A hard decision made, and just the hope of a new focus (coming around the corner), regardless of the challenges, has innate interests that have been dormant for a few years sprouting signs of life.

I think I’m doing the right thing.

Kevin McCarthy’s expression when he got the gavel reminded me of my 3-year-old’s reveling when I capitulate over allowing him a too-early or too-late sweet.

Was never wed to Twitter, even before the drama that made me grateful to be here too—but the 2FA drama is enough to invest in more Mastadon subscriptions to make my feed here more relevant and informative.

If it weren’t for the occasional Aeon Magazine article I half-grok & whatever-the-fuck Meta & the web3 bros are doing that seems like they’ve read dystopian scifi as a manual, I’d consider the show based William Gibson’s The Peripheral a nice distraction. Enjoying it in spite of that.

We’ve not really figured out printing, calendaring or email… what makes anyone think we’ve got the rest of this figured out is beyond me.

Suffering the Ed Sullivans and still failing at recovering some lost productivity on a Sunday night. But my desk is clean now.

Monday gonna Monday.

I keep placing my coffee mug on my wireless induction charging pad, as if it were a coaster. ☕️🪫

Currently reading: The Dawn of Everything by David Graeber and David Wengrow 📚

I first encountered Graeber (¡Presente!) on an Indymedia livestream giving an interview or speaking at a teach-in during a convergence to protest WTO or WEF. Something like that. Pre-9/11 revolutionary optimism on my part.