Cassoulet, and not freak out

Monday, February 17, 2020

Casey cooks

It’s been a minute.

After that bit of travel ✈️, my days were filled with work and whatnot 🗓. The eventual unpacking 🧳. The task of laundry 🧦. The doing of work 💻 (and there’s been a fair amount to sort 🙏). And the making of food 🥕.

In the case of the latter and with the help of Casey, assembling this Sausage and White Bean Cassoulet. (I feel fancy just typing that out.) Also, it was super tasty.

The elephant in the room weeks after this photo was taken is the coronavirus pandemic.

Caution has closed our schools and museums, cancelled concerts and sporting events and caused the greatest shortage of toilet paper in the history of the internet.

Social distancing is the best approach to flatten the curve, and in many regards, I feel very well prepared for this.

My work has been remote for some years, relying on video conferencing, email, shared directories and online tools to help teams coordinate.

I get boxes of meals delivered which has replaced some restaurant nights out. It’ll be hard to avoid movie theaters, but it’s never been easier to get around that.

I could use all this time in to catch up on the ever growing list of things I want to watch

But I won’t hang my hat solely on passive couch time—that’s a recipe for stir crazy.

There are too many other things to do! Here’s a short list:

  • Sort photos from South Africa and share an album
  • Reorganize pantry
  • Make something from scratch from reorganized pantry
  • Read!
  • Learn 3D modeling
  • Write out a bucket list
  • Avoid consuming news throughout the day
  • Make a mini-zine
  • Shoot a short movie
  • Play a videogame, old or new
  • Start meditating in earnest
  • Pair socks and put the rest of laundry away

So in addition to all the things to stream, there’s lots to actually do!

And not freak out.

Destination Moon: The Apollo 11 Mission

Sunday, February 16, 2020

Edited from the museum’s exhibition description: On July 24, 1969, the Apollo 11 mission met President Kennedy’s 1961 challenge of “landing a man on the Moon and returning him safely to the earth” before the end of the decade. Destination Moon: The Apollo 11 Mission contained artifacts that made the 953,000-mile journey possible.

Buzz Aldrin’s gold-plated extravehicular helmet visor and thermal-insulated gloves with lunar instructions printed on the side.

Columbia command module, on display outside the National Air and Space Museum for the first time since 1976

It’s been years, maybe a decade, since I sat in an OMNIMAX® Theater. That seems like the right interval.

Union Terminal restored

Pretty sure I hadn’t been to an exhibit at the newly restored Union Terminal since they completed it almost two years ago. (I had seen inside while dropping off a friend at the train station though.) In addition to shoring up the exterior and sprucing up the interior, they’ve also opened up some new spaces at the Museum Center. All beautiful. In another post we’ll see some snapshots from the Apollo exhibit, but I wanted to just take a moment and soak in these art deco views.

Suspicious eyes

Saturday, February 15, 2020

Cat looking suspiciously at robot vacuum

I’ve long given robot vacuums some side eye. How lazy, I thought. But as I was looking around my life, I was starting to see a lot of dust.

I pondered. Researched. Hedged. Asked friends. And after a month of consideration, I went to the store and bought one of the darn things.

If there was any doubt before, I think that this is officially the turning point that I’ve become an asshole. One that raves about their ridiculous robot vacuum.

It goes places I never dreamed of cleaning—under the tv stand and ottoman, beneath the sink in the bathroom. Back in that corner behind the table? Didn’t exist before now! It ducked under my couch and fished out a roll of posters I’d forgotten about that need to get framed.

Now I walk in the door and the floors are cleaner than they’ve ever been under my watch.

Not all is perfect, but I know it’s just a newborn finding their algorithm in this world—pulling tucked away cords out of the shadows and forgetting where home is.

And of course Edie loathes it—so much that she must monitor its every movement with suspicious eyes and fluff her tail when it randomly makes a beeline in her direction.

So here we are, trying to get along—my cat, this robot vacuum and an asshole.


Friday, February 14, 2020

cardboard knife and blood

I get a lot of packages sent to Tom’s house because, well—it’s complicated. The co-working space where I also live is a bit of a ghost address—some shipping carriers are still figuring out the building even exists.

In this instance, the package had a friend’s name, it needed a signature and yada yada yada: problems.

Tom weathered every shipping curveball and in his wonderful way of working through frustration, he made something artful. He came in to the studio with a stern look carrying this package adorned with a cardboard knife and blood splat. It took me a minute to grok before he broke into a grin.

I believe this is one sliver of his genius. It involves taking a situation, finding levity and expressing it in some unexpected physical creation. I tag it as #tomart.


Thursday, February 13, 2020

Drone shot of living room

My suitcase, not some business meeting concept.

Listening “The Hype” – twenty one pilots


Wednesday, February 12, 2020

on the tarmac at Oakland airport

No podcasts, no music, just kept reading Stillness is the Key and looked out the window from time to time.

Oakland shipping container port

out the window of a plane

out the window of a plane

(I’m a very slow reader.)

The cabin(s)

Tuesday, February 11, 2020

Spent a little time trying to learn how to fly a drone better. Tried it at the cabin down in the holler, at the creek and on top the mountain. I’m getting more confident with piloting, to the point of a few wrecks. (Luckily all at low speed.)

Closed out the night with a roast and a card game called Turn and Burn, which I cannot find any reference to online.

Sadly, this trip to California was fast approaching an end.