We’ve got a new place in Northside that fills a much needed gap: a local ship and print shop. I needed to mail some tiny CDs to my friend Jeb and they made it easy.
They’ve got packing and shipping supplies with gift bags and wrapping, cards, paper supplies, some Apple computer peripherals and more. In addition to FedEx, DHL and USPS and services, they also do passport photos and a bunch of printing and copying. More details on their Northside ShipIt website.
Extra bonus? Monster the pup is very eager to greet you at the counter or try to escape whenever the door opens.
Jousting, circa 1982 Crayon, marker and pencil on paper
Tucked in a stack of folders in an otherwise empty filing cabinet was this drawing I made, oh, probably around ten to twelve years of age during my knights phase. (Which would then turn into a sailing ships phase.)
I clearly had reference materials for the knights on horseback but left all sense of skill aside when tackling the audience in the background.
I’ve consolidated every external hard drive I can find into a box, attempting to make sure all the right cables and power cords are present. I hooked one up and got sucked into the rabbit hole of a particular snapshot in time, much like the old iPhone from last week.
Future goal: Make sure all data lives on current backup — a 5 terabyte hard drive that is approaching capacity. Then figure out what to do with these old drives… Cursory searches often involve hammers. There’s got to be a better way.
This box of Jell-O pudding expired on November 20, 2020.
I went to a website that lists out how long food really lasts and it declared this box done. (I’d link to the site, but it’s super densely gross with ads and pop-ups and that’s how most of the web feels these days, but I digress.)
I made the pudding, took two bites and regretted wasting the milk. I don’t think the mix was spoiled, it tasted like it was supposed to.
Come winter, I might try again from scratch with this recipe, on a website surrounded by ads of all sorts.
I caught the following tweet when I had just finished some item of business and wandered away from the work parts of my screen. It resonated. Could a simple sheet of paper help me capture ideas that float by and keep me focused?
Judging from the last few days of doing so? I believe the answer is yes. It’s kind of awesome.
I tap the seat warmer button in the car for the first time this season and marvel at the trees doing errands.
In the evening I dig out a laptop from 2012 and find that it works great despite 4 gigs of RAM. Spent some time researching the best ways to let it go while making software updates and ultimately wiping the drive.
An old phone emerges from a drawer of cords. It also works as good as the day it was last discharged — a time capsule of conversations, photographs, a particular set of apps and a nice dollop of skeuomorphism. I decide this digital scrapbook is worth keeping for a while.