i cant stay in these diggings long few days, few days i can't stay in these diggings long and i am going home
merry christmas! 2020 was the worst year ever.
i am losing a bunch of weight b/c i've been on a new diet. the diet itself feels super easy and i'm glad to see a lot of progress being made.
We're all stuck in The Great Lockdown for now. I was looking forward to a bunch of events this spring / summber. Working from home and staying in is REALLY good for my pocketbook, not so good for my sanity.
Sorry, no poem today.
Also sorry I haven't been around for a while. Life's been kinda busy.
Anyway, um, I'm semi-regularly blogging about surviving the global pandemic in semi-isolation, on my Gopherhole here at Town. You should check it out, if you're into that kind of thing. One of the more recent entries includes a cookie recipe that's pretty good, if you bake in non-stoner ways.
I'm nearing the light at the end of the tunnel. This is my last semester & gods willing I will have my bachelor's degree by the end of May. I've even signed a job offer; I'm supposed to fly to the city where company headquarters are located the day after the commencement ceremony so I can attend an orientation; hardly sooner than I had signed the documents somebody booked the flights & hotel room. I feel like I have somehow conned my way into a ticket out of financial precarity & dependence.
The return of U.S. general election season has brought time into focus in an unsettling way; my first child was born in early 2016, & I returned to university classes in early 2017 after having dropped out entirely for four years, not to mention the personal developments of other folks at home, so I've had the feeling that so much has been happening in my life that I don't have the time to actually experience any of it. The lives of others are even further beyond my grasp. I care about them & am moved by them but I can view them only in glimpses.
I remember following the beginnings of the 2016 Bernie Sanders campaign before he declared. I was in a very precarious retail job, struggling to maintain a car that could get me to that job & pay the utility bills even after relying on my relatives to help out with rent, & I felt like for once there was actually someone willing to talk about reality on a national stage. I said in 2016 that there would never be another moment quite like the campaign Bernie ran that year, even if he ran again in 2020. I was right, but not in the way that I expected. The Bernie 2020 campaign has been better, with a broader coalition & more momentum.
All throughout 2016 I watched the resurgent growth of ethnonationalism with horror. Brexit, Rodrigo Duterte, Richard Spencer. But since then time has so outstripped me that it feels like I have been watching the last four years' news on fast-forward.
Dim morning light filters through the window of my sparsely decorated and yet somehow too messy room, pushing its way past the clouds and smog to break my hungover sleep.
I don't want to be awake yet. It's only 7. It's the weekend. I'm still exhausted. I fight my way back to sleep, get another hard-fought forty minutes, forty more winks.
9 am, back awake. Tired but I don't have the energy to fight for sleep anymore. There's a text on my phone from the girl half a state away. She's getting ready for a day with no breaks, I'm not sure what I'll do with mine.
My roommate's bedroom light is on. It was on when I came home, too. They seem to be able to sleep through anything. Part of me is impressed. Part of me is thinking of the coming electric bill.
Holding a towel against my breast I scurry to the bathroom, might as well get the day rolling. My facial hair grows slower these days, thnks to a healthy regimen of spironolactone and estradiol. I shave as ritual, shower, let the steam fogging my mirrors envelop me like a warm blanket.
I dig a bra out of the pile of clothes on the floor. Throw on a flannel. I'm not expecting to do much of anything today. I haven't even put on pants yet, I'm just taking my time. Reading twitter. Browsing my podcast feed for soemthing good. My mind wanders.
The doorbell chimes so loudly I wonder if it's inside my own head. Weird. I'm not expecting a delivery. Maybe a mistake? I lazily look for a pair of pants, still scrolling on my phone.
The person in the hall tries for my attention again, urgency mounting. I find some pants, shout "Just a moment!" as I scramble to pull them on.
There's a delivery. A brithday present from my parents. Not an unwelcome surprise. I try to block the view inside my apartment with my body as I take the delivery. Clean is not a word I'd use to describe the scene.
"Sorry to ask this, do you mind if I use the restroom?" the delivery person asks, as if reading the part of my mind that concerns itself explicitly with what it doesn't want.
"No, no, that's fine. I hope you'll excuse the mess --," they dash into the restroom before I get the full sentence out. Great.
"Y'know, you're definitely a bachelor. I mean, look at this place" they say, coming out of the restroom.
"Ah... yeah, it's a bit of a disaster area. Roommate just moved in, I swear it was cleaner before..." I say holding back a twinge of shame and anger. Bachelor? I know for a fact my bra is on the floor of that bathroom.
The delivery person leaves. I try to swallow the exchange and move on. Food. I need food. I'm already dressed, so, might as well just grab my purse and leave. Go to the corner bar -- they serve brunch on weekends.
As I leave I catch my reflection. The delivery person's words ring in my mind. Bachelor. Maybe I should wear some makeup.
Screw it. I'm hungry.
Bar's mostly empty so I grab a cup of coffee and climb onto a stool. "Grilled cheese and mimosa, thanks". Comfort food.
Some time later, a waitress comes by with my food. "Sorry sir, mind moving your stuff?" There's no one near me. I hardly have an appetite.
I rush through brunch. Leave a 20 on the bartop and leave. Coffee, coffee solves all. I walk to the coffeeshop up the block while the delivery person and waitress' words bounce around my brain. Great. It's one of those days.
I may be getting too old for this :)
Late night on call seems to get harder and harder.
Maybe it's just me and I need to suck it up and deal. This job gives me and my lovely wife a really nice life and a shorter path to retirement.
Everything has its price I suppose :)
Going back to Tilde Town is always fun, sadly I don’t post much here. I’m still working on all my personnal projects, preparing for the Young Makers Show of Monts 2019. I’m also now studying embedded electronics engineering at l’École des Mines de Saint-Étienne. This course is an apprenticeship that I do at the company SES Nouvelle, which makes road signs (I work on dynamic ones with LEDs).
Small updates to
tcoin now shows the last 10 messages instead of the last 10 lines of messages.
It does this by ignoring the newline that separates a transaction line from the message line. The algorithm uses newlines to track messages, but counts 0 newlines for "\n
\n means newline). This means that a message accompanying a transaction (which shows up as "
tcoin now breaks down how the number of tildecoins you have was determined.
The number of tildecoin is
base_amount + transfers + tildegame_amount + dailyadventure_amount. The base amount is 1000, which is the number of tildecoins that every account begins with.
transfers is the net amount of tildecoins received. If more are received than sent, then
transfers is positive. If the opposite is true, then it is negative. When both are equal, it is zero.
tildegame_amount is the your tilde score in the !tilde game on #bots in the tilde.town irc. This game was created by ~krowbar.
dailyadventure_amount is the coins you earn in the daily adventure game. This game is can be played by running
da in the terminal. It was created by ~troido.
Those are the only two updates to
tcoin. There was also some refactoring done, but the code is still spaghetti bolognese (and not the tasty, melts-in-your-mouth kind).
I need to get this out of my brain today, so this seems like a god place to dump it.
Driving my kids to their before-school care this morning, I came across a car stopped in the road and a boy aout my son's age lying in the street. I did not see the collision, but the boy had run out and the car had struck him. I stopped to make sure people had called an ambulance and authorities and if anyone needed anything.
It appears to have been a more minor collision (thank God), and the boy was breathing and moving on his own before the ambulance arrived to take him to be checked out at the hospital. However, even not having witnessed it directly, I can't help but feel dread and anxiety in the pit of my stomach. As a parent, you think about your own kids.
Anyways, it was a scary item from my day today, and I needed to write something just to help clear my mind. Thanks for reading.
i am back from a long absence
i've been working on tilde.team stuff, mastodon, pleroma, irc (mostly stuff with thelounge and tilde.team webchat)
good to be back :)
Concept: You're sitting on a beach on an unnamed Pacific island, your manservant has your phone and will let you know if something important comes up, you have the right amount of sunscreen on, you have a your drink of choice and 3 or 4 different interesting novels within reach.
Enya is playing. In the distance, a dinghy full of dogs approaches.
let's see. I finally worked out which pharmacy I'm gonna get my hormones from now that it matters since I got kicked off my parents' insurance. almost out of Vyvanse but I guess we'll cross that bridge when we get to it? that's not gonna be fun.
also, school's been out for two days in a row because it randomly got so cold that there's ice on the roads. rip. and both days they were originally just gonna delay it but then I found out they actually switched to full-on cancelling. so, semester's been Very Weird so far.
I made over $100 camming tonight! it's good to be back :') camming is, out of all the jobs I've had, legitimately both the one I've enjoyed the most and the one I've made the most money doing. I'm gonna try getting back into it, but it's gonna have to be sporadically because my grandma kinda hovers a little, heh.
I think I'm developing a crush on someone, FUCK
first calculus class today. I was late but only by a few minutes so I didn't really miss anything. I really like my professor! he's a grad student and seems super cool. after class I went to the math department office to actually have the meeting to talk about whether I'm ready to take calculus and the person I talked to seemed encouraged that I didn't feel completely lost on the first day. she also liked that I'm majoring in sociology and minoring in computer science. well, specifically, she seemed a little confused (understandably) when she asked what I'm majoring in and I said sociology (so why do I want to take calculus?) but then I explained that I'm minoring in computer science and she said that that's a good way to make myself marketable because there's not a lot of people in sociology with a computer science/math background. which is certainly a refreshing change from the usual "but what are you gonna doooooooo with a sociology degree? why don't you major in comp sci and minor in sociology?" also, apparently the guy teaching my class is well-respected in the math department as someone who's really good at helping people understand stuff, so that's good! today started off a little weird (I fucked around too much instead of actually getting ready and stuff) but I'm feeling good now :)
New Year's Resolutions
They say encryption is hard
Encryption is hard. I've started and failed before. I had to revoke my keys so often, and just as often I've been unable to revoke them...
Anyway, I resolve to create and maintain the facility to send and receive email securely, that is, to use GPG effectively, with the public key published appropriately, with backups of the private key, etc.
Previous attempts have shown me that I am able to maintain systems that I use. If nobody sends me any encrypted mail and nobody receives any from me, then I won't maintain the system... I'll forget the passphrase, for example... Would anybody like to be my crypto buddy? I imagine that would mean that about once a month, I'd encrypt a message for that person and decrypt one they wrote for me. This is akin to workout buddies who compel each other to go to the gym, I suppose.
Speaking of the gym, I also resolve to quit smoking and lose some weight.
I'm going to catch up on technical debt regarding my various machines.
metalbaby still run
i3 when every other machine is
stumpwm now? Laziness, that's why. I resolve to clean up
I also resolve to continue my backup/archival work. That box of harddrives isn't getting any more compatible with readily available hardware. ...Well, it's probably more possible to bit-bang IDE (not ATA) these days than ever before, but why bother when I can still locate physical IDE hardware? ...or can I?
the breath of the wild dlc came out and now that's sapping up my free time too aaa too many video games
recently i tried out mastodon, it's pretty cool but the interface kinda sucks
i never have enough to write in these posts and it makes me sad.
Well, today is a new day. I just uploaded my new project to GitHub (http://github.com/nekmit/PyCryptoCheck).
Lol I was working on this python tracker for windows. Everytime I wanted to use that percent symbol, it would give me errors. But I wasn't going to declare a variable.
Where do I start ?
It has to start somewhere
...but what ?
wondering what to do about my vast array of too many sites all over the internet and almost kinda feel sometimes like starting with nothing & rebuilding. some things that keep me from doing that is that my :CL-HOMEPAGE package for common- lisp is neat & fun to have on the SDF but it's not as yet equipped to handle a blog-like interface. maybe working on a module that sorts such a thing out is a good next project. or maybe i should put :CL-HOMEPAGE on the backburner, as i'm quite veering away from the W3 altogether. i just started a new gopherspace at grex/cyberspace and love the protocol and system. maybe my web front should just mirror my new gopher. i don't know, a lot to think about.
How do you justify yourself to someone who does more than you have with less than you have?
I'm still making things and being frustrated when it is difficult to make things. Have to keep going. Keep making. Keep doing. Nothing makes me happier. ^ REMEMBER THIS ^