Sun Dec 25, 2016
2016 was a doozy.
There were lot of very good things. I started the best job of my life; I started living with my partner, and have never been happier; I’m in the best shape of my life. I listened to a lot of great music, and ate multiple salads. (This sounds boastful, because it is, but I’m trying to be more honest about victories and defeats.)
There’s also, you know, the macro part of 2016.
Mon Dec 19, 2016
Last week I released Floradora! It’s a tiny little Mac menu bar app. This gif explains it easier than words:
In case you don’t get the gist immediately: it’s a thing you click on to get a text box to send yourself emails.
It’s basically Captio for Mac. (As a sidebar: if you don’t already own Captio, buy it immediately. It’s tremendously useful.)
Why I made it So I’m going to basically lift the product description I used for the iTunes Store, because it’s both folksy and accurate:
Fri Nov 11, 2016
I used to work at Amazon. When I worked at Amazon, I got to walk to work. Walking to work is amazing. I think it has spoiled me to the extent that I cannot imagine ever having a job which required commuting via car or public transit.
Now I work from home. This is, in theory, an even better commute than being able to walk to work. In fact, my walk to work is approximately ten seconds long.
Thu Nov 3, 2016
A couple months ago, Seattle expanded their light rail to Capitol Hill.
I live in Capitol Hill, and suddenly I found myself taking the light rail much more often.
Previously, I’d have to go downtown to catch it, which was usually where I was trying to go anyway so that kinda defeats the purpose. The only convenient place it took me from downtown was the airport 1.
But now, there’s a light rail station five blocks away from my apartment!
Wed Oct 26, 2016
Last week was a long week.
I hesitate to call it a bad week.
I’ve had bad weeks, and this wasn’t one of them:
Bad weeks are the weeks when you get bad news about a family member. Bad weeks are the weeks when you don’t know where you’re living the following Tuesday. Bad weeks are the weeks where literally nothing happens as it should, up to and including your hot water connection in the middle of February during a cold snap.
Mon Oct 17, 2016
I made a very small app that I find personally abhorrent to ever use.
More on that in a sec.
First, please download it. I’ll probably ask you a few more times over the course of this post, but downloading helps my rankings! And plus it makes me feel good.
Anyway, I made an app I’ll never use. Here’s the app again. Have you downloaded it yet? Of course you have — you’re my friend and want the best for me.
Wed Sep 14, 2016
If you are reading this — and have read things on this site in the past — you may notice that this site has a new design. This is not particularly uncommon: I tend to mix it up every year or so.
Whenever I start to throw on a new coat of paint I ask myself two questions:
What am I trying to show people? Why should someone read me?
Mon Sep 5, 2016
I turned 24 a couple days ago.
Here is where I’m at:
I said last year I wanted to be better at balance. I’ve gotten better — but I’m still not quite there. It still feels like every hour I spend not working or improving is wasted.
I’ve been reading more. I’ve been writing more, too — but not publishing enough. (This is the part where I say I’ll change that — and I want to!
Mon Aug 1, 2016
Chipotle, for me, is the platonic ideal of a meal.
I mean that literally: it is the meal to which I compare all other meals. It’s by no means perfect in any specific dimension, but it’s very good in most of them:
cost time investment nutrition 1 taste variety (I have never been saturated on Mexican food) ambience 2 Chipotle will never be my favorite meal, but it’s never disappointed me and never led to regret.
Sat May 14, 2016
The summer before I went to Seattle, I probably had my peak mix CD of all time (an artifact which, sadly, has been lost, victim to a shitty Dell laptop’s hard drive). The third song on the CD was Cocoa Butter Kisses, and I listened to it on every drive. M was in the passenger seat for so many of those rides, and while we never had the alacrity or the memory for Twista’s verse ,we’d shout the hook at each other whenever we could.