Wow. I’m not good at updating this blog at all. It’s been a year and a half with Arabella now. Not quite the same dog anymore.
It’s been so long since I’ve written coherent sentences that this post is kind of difficult to formulate.
So what’s been going on? Well I got free coffee at Victrola today on account of forgetting my wallet.
Apart from that… oh I know. I’ve been auto-domesticating super hard these past few weeks. I’ve spent such a disproportionate amout of time researching washer and dryers. I never knew I cared this much about appliances. Actually, I never knew there were so many laundry enthusiasts out there. I’m talking about people who post YouTube videos comparing this year’s washer against the one they got last year. I’m just glad my closet is too small for me to entertain the thought of exploring this, would you call it a hobby?
On the topic of laundry. These machines are basically irony manifested in machine form. To design a washer or dryer must take some real mental gymnastics. Imagine you’re a laundry engineer. You want this thing to clean and dry well. So this machine’s obviously gotta be all tumbly and knocking about and what not. Meanwhile your second objective is to make this machine whisper quiet. 🤨
Yea also, I’m getting back in touch with my DIY side too. I am so excited to crimp my own Ethernet cables this weekend…
Truly, as I get older, I’m becoming so easily amused.
As I enter the 4th week of dog ownership, I am now entering the point of no return! Not that I was ever going to exercise the option to return Arabella. She brings some welcome order to my life, but not only that, honestly, a newfound sense of responsibility. Her underbite is cute too.
We’ve still got a lot to work on in terms of her fear and anxiety, but we’re chugging right along. There’s nothing that a little patience and commitment can’t solve.
Except for when it comes to softball. 18 runs in an inning to win the game was only about smashing the ball as fucking hard as we could.
As an aside, I went to my first vegan restaurant. Plant Food and Wine. It was unexpectedly good.
Okay, technically, I’m not enrolled in the distance education program at school, but I’ve still got access to all the video recordings! I used to think that distance education was bullshit and that interactivity is essential to learning. I’m calling bullshit on myself. Well, just partially. If I were doing research this semester then there’s a good reason to be at school. Clearly these things are contextual.
I’ve been to grad school enough times to learn a thing or two. Distilled, I’ve learned that I just want to learn some stuff and then get on with my life. USC has taught me that my life is precious and that I should maximize my life expectancy by not hanging around school so much. A mugging happened on the same block a half hour after we left to look at the golden retriever puppy.
So I did some shower analysis and came up with this.
Over the past few semesters, I’ve identified that the cost of switching into school-mode and chill-out mode is insanely high. I waste so much time walking to and from classes or falling asleep in the 2nd hour of my 3 hour lecture (lol USC). Sometimes I go over to Ivan’s and then fall asleep on the floor. A gigantic portion of my day is just not productive, simply because poor scheduling divides my waking hours into too many disjoint partitions. Armed with this afterthought, I’ve opted to just stay at home and 9-5 this this semester. I wake up in the morning and just work. And it’s been good.
Thus far, I’m up to date with my lectures, eat all my meals, caught up with my friends, chit-chatted with my neighbors, and get my exercise in. All evidence is suggesting that the best way to do school is to not be at school.
I’ve had a lot of coffee too late into the night so I may as well not sleep. The unusual wakefulness at such a quiet hour has given me more “head-space”. It seems like the world is slightly emptier and I can here my silent reflection.
I keep thinking about those moments stuck in amber. Right now I’m thinking about last winter. It’s about mid February. I’ve got one month of my lease left at 1212 S Michigan Ave; I’m in the twilight hours of my life in Chicago. I should’ve left the city by now. I didn’t want to be there, yet I was too scared to leave. I just kept thinking that if I were to leave now, I’d miss something. There’s really nothing left in Illinois for me at that point. My relationship had just fizzled out in a very unsatisfying way. Partially by my own doing I suppose, but I’m thinking that my capricious choice of moving back to Los Angeles was not in fact a significant contributor to the breakup. Reasons don’t matter anymore. Looking back, I don’t think I felt as much sad as I felt tired and spent.
Anyway, back to my moment stuck in amber. Living at Tif’s place for a month with that idiot cat was such a mellow experience. Time sort of just melted away as we jacuzzi-ed the days away in the freezing cold.
Even hanging out at Steven’s place, as he tried in vain to make me pass some jUnit test cases to prep for an interview is hilarious in retrospect. I still hate eclipse by the way.
Getting Kenny to stop sleeping and do some squats with me was frustrating then, but is somehow funny now too. That and trying to get Antony to do some pull-ups.
Discovering that Yelee has a gigantic collection of mint, unwatched Blu-rays was great too.
So yes, I was right, if I had left Chicago any earlier, I would’ve missed these moments in amber.
The hype is super real and experience therapeutic. Early on I broke free of a funk that was stuck unto me like cobwebs in an attic. And now I’m enjoying what really is an emerald city, with all the comforts of a progressive society with so little of the baggage the drags down America’s so-called greats. Seattle is concentrated, and that’s a great thing.