I’ve a problem buying things when they’re not needed. Maybe there is a sale, but more likely I forgot what we already had. The biggest offenders include tomato sauce, tomato paste, pickles, relish, mayo, salad dressing, vinegar and cumin. The list goes on…
Today I decided to tap into the soup reserves and found these two Campbell’s Cream of Potato cans.
The one on the left expired 6 years ago.
I’ve this photo and 3 random screenshots as the only visual breadcrumbs for the day.
Though I scoff now, messy desk photos tend age favorably in my mind. Not sure this one will…
This image also reveals I was at my desk until night fell on Presidents’ Day. With recent travel I’m playing catch up — taking the day off wasn’t an option.
Woke up to the ground covered with snow and ice dangling from corners. This was not on my radar.
Once the new administration shelves the NOAA, it won’t be any radars unless you subscribe to data from Starlink.
Before the coffeemaker was done, I was out shoveling the sidewalk and drive because time is of the essence — every footprint becomes a layer of ice in the shape of a boot or paw. My goal was to minimize this annoyance.
There must be a way to harness this sort of motivation for working out.
Edie’s still incredulous that we left for a week, so she’s keeping really close tabs.
Me? I’m just trying to get caught up and also not getting too caught up.
Then again, every day has the potential to be special.
Kim Deal announced shows in support of her album Nobody Loves You More back in December. One of the first dates was in Cincinnati and I had an ideas for a poster that would represent each song as a sticker.
I whipped up a sketch and in the process, the idea of making an actual sheet of stickers to include with the poster was born.
After a dozen of patient emails back and forth with the very kind support folks at StickerApp, I received said sticker sheet today.
I learned so much in the process, including how to define cutlines and provide ample margins — math and metric conversions were involved.
Seeing the final sheets I realized space could’ve been utilized better. It also made me want to rework a few of the concepts before the posters would go to press. That’ll be revealed in a post very soon, the concert is in a week!
Target had oodles of bouquets to commemorate — I don’t remember ever seeing such a selection there before.
The chain is capitulating to fascism so I skipped any purchases and just got some shots at the pharmacy.
They were playing a Stevie Wonder song as we moved between gates at the Detroit Airport. I tried to Shazam and capture the track, but I’m progressively becoming less adept at opening the phone quickly in any situation, but especially when wearing a mask.
Oh how I miss Touch ID.
And that control on the new phones that should make it easier to quickly open the camera? It’s downright hostile — I’ve never gotten it to work in any intuitive or timely manner.
I think the song was Superstition.
On the upside of the day, I do enjoy a good light show with music when moving through an airport.
We arrived home safely to chilly temps and an annoyed cat.
When Disney acquired vast expanses of land in Florida, it was to house a theme park and planned community called EPCOT, the Experimental Prototype Community of Tomorrow (wiki). It would integrate residential and commercial interests, acting as an experimental blueprint for the future technologies.
That’s a model of a residential space above, on view at The Walt Disney Family Museum in San Francisco.
So very mod.
The entire museum is quite solid, regaling the history of Walt and the empire he built. Is it sugar coated? You betcha.
Florida would eventually get multiple theme parks, one bears the namesake Epcot — but the residential bits were shelved. Disney has been dipping their toes in planned communities with Storyliving, but ended up way more Stepford Wives and less Jetsons.
Feels like it’s time again for new, optimistic visions of tomorrow.
Semi–related reading: Hopepunk
Kris became friends with my partner Casey in their formative years. They went to school together, concerts, roadtrips, through every major life event and every generation of video game console. They were more than friends, they regarded themselves brothers.
Kris would eventually become an engineer of video games… some of the most popular around. This would take him to many corners of the country.
When I met him he was living with the love of his life in the Pacific Northwest.
Kind and jovial, they made our stay memorable and chock full of joyful moments. They repeated this kindness years later in Northern California.
Today was to be their wedding.
Instead, it was a celebration of Kris’ life.
Friends and family gathered at a park in medieval garb intended for the nuptials. As golden hour approached we made a procession to dinner — a lavish affair Kris would have enjoyed.
Instead of a suit of armor, he was there in the stories, laughter and reverence around that table. He was there in spirit.
And beyond.
The Taco Bell Cantina in Pacifica is under construction, but you can order inside and enjoy your meal on the patio with the birds.
The very aggressive birds.
I was sad they did not offer the Chili Cheese Burrito.
After lunch we went down to the Pacifica Municipal Pier and then to a mall where I bought new shoes.
We transitioned from The City to Foster City for the last leg of the trip.
After knocking out some work (time ‘off off’ is rare when you’re an independent contractor), we motored over to the Computer History Museum and frankly? It was a mixed bag.
Terrible wayfinding (I kept getting lost) and a bit drab for a topic that is infinitely visual and awesome.
There were oodles of solid artifacts, and I learned lots. (A favorite moment was seeing this Cray-1 Supercomputer and the accompanying 6 minute video about the fella behind it.)
But at the end of the day, I wanted thoughtful design.
Related: This is one of my favorite short videos about TECHNOLOGY!
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