Catherine headed home

Monday, March 9, 2020

My valuable weeding knife

Sunday, March 8, 2020

This thing makes weeding almost as fun as Animal Crossing. Maybe MORESO!

Queso and a USB stick

We had queso and bought a copy of the Windows operating system on USB stick.

Three snapshots from the day

Saturday, March 7, 2020

Rearranging the personal museum

Friday, March 6, 2020

This is the most trafficked area in my apartment—between the living room and kitchen, by the steps to the bedroom.

It has become a slowly changing moment of reflection.

A portrait of my mom.

My dad’s film camera, pipe and pocketknife.

A cigar box filled with Polaroids.

Two compasses.

An old pair of glasses I use when I forget where the new ones are located.

A metal ruler.

A Nintendo controller?

The internet went down

Thursday, March 5, 2020

The internet went down at the co-working space. Turns out, when the electricity briefly went out the day before there was an errant router or something. It became angry. Yada yada yada. Internet down.

Attempted to diagnose virtually by taking photos of all the boxes and cords.

Here’s the thing: I cut my teeth making websites on dial-up modems. I’ve spent weeks on a mountain with a satellite connection to the Internet. I understand all the flow of data and know how to lock things down and stay productive. In some ways having a trickle of internet while tethered to your phone is a great way to be MORE productive.

  • Austerity measures for synchronized folders
  • Turn off all automatic system / application updates
  • Stop checking email locally (do it through a browser and eliminate downloading attachments)
  • Squeeze every deliverable down to the smallest file size

Do Not Touch Face

Wednesday, March 4, 2020

It has recently come to my attention that I almost always, invariably, have a hand, touching my face.

It is how I ponder.
It is my at rest pose.
When eating, I ruin napkins way before everyone else at the table.
Reading the news these days? Hand on forehead.

Hands on face? It is my default.

Related: DoNotTouchYourFace.com

Some wonderful clouds

Jessica Jones (no, not that one) started these lunches a few months back where creative folks get out of our homes and studios and be humans.

Today we met up at The Gruff in Covington under glorious skies and uneasy shifting norms.

After we parted ways with elbow bumps, I walked to the river to take in the skyline and some wonderful clouds.