I’m back in New York Ciiiiiiiity

Actively marketing yourself and your work, and setting up creative camp where the money is: that’s doing business. It is not inherently “selling out.” Anyone who suggests otherwise can go fuck themselves.

Scalzi on Jennings on the outdated notion of the sell out

It’s going to be a long day today traveling back to New York. I hope I’m not cursing myself by saying this, but I’ve found LAX to be fine.

Dave and I have been cackling at this shot of me. I look like a depressed mouse.

Extreme close up angle of me, a whir man with beard and glasses. The angle makes my eyes look huge and my chin taper into a tiny point.

I’m not above a dog graffiti shot.

A photo of a sad eyed dog graffiti

At a random LA warehouse for my cousins bands soundcheck.

A industrial warehouse with three white people playing instruments. Two guitars and one guy crouching by a monitor.

I’ve been walking a lot in L.A., so I have the Missing Persons song pretty lodged in my head.

There are no public trash cans in the entire city of L.A. No, I haven’t done an extensive search, and yes I’m still right.

Media Diet - January 2024

My January has been monopolized by moving into an apartment and traveling to California for work and to see friends and family. In between all that, here’s what I was watching, reading, and … Read more

I setup a local LLM integration in Neovim via ollama.nvim, and it works well. Now the big question: will it actually be useful?

You know what old English had right? The letter “thorn”, which made the “th” sound. You could spell “the” with two letters, “þe”, and when you’re saying it out loud it would sound like “thorny”. Come on!

One time, in college, I went to senior prom as Zoro.

Three young white men wearing suits and serious expressions. Me, on the right, is wearing an eye mask and hat and a sneer.

Just had a panicked moment thinking water could spoil, then realized I had accidentally drank from the kombucha glass.

It was once critics who helped shape cultural values – spotting a trend here, putting a scene on the map there – but now the process is driven by metrics. Context, the land of the artist and the critic, has been determined valueless (unless algorithmic) by the mainstream, which honestly never much cared for it to begin with.

A thoughtful piece on art and criticism that’s surprisingly hopeful in the face of change by Yancey Strickler.

Plus for visiting LA: being able to work outside in January.

A photo of me, a bald, bearded white man. I’m sitting outside near a tree, sun speckles lighting everything up. My expression is almost blank, with a weird-ass hint of a smile. I’m creeped out of myself in retrospect.

I learned the term “kazorcastra” at our company retreat, and I love it. It’s a group of kazoo players, and apparently it’s real.

I’m missing Godzilla Minus One Minus Color, but then again dogs permenantly suffer from the reverse so I think I’m doing okay. 🍿

A vivid splash of red and orange sunset over a bright blue sky, jet black mountains in the foreground.

Never let it be said that logs don’t have a sense of humor.

Exposed tree roots on a hill with googly eyes and sock tongues on two stumps.

Topanga is pretty nice.

A sunset over lush mountains

I had such a wonderful time at the Lullabot retreat. You can’t beat relaxing with amazing humans while beating the cold.

A lamp in the foreground on a table with a green lawn and flower beds and peaked buildings in the middle distance. Mountains rise in the background against a bright blue sky.

So happy to be at the Lullabot retreat. It’s been a hard year, and it’s a joy to relax and have fun with my co-owners.

Photo of a white fence, the angle of a low white building with a peaked roof and string lights coming off it. Several massive palm trees stand behind the building. In the distance are smokey mountains. The sky is bright and cloudy.

Spotted two people flying with their cats this morning.

On my way to California for two weeks. I’m really excited but hoping this is my last trip for a while.

I found this seashell in the grating of the radiator (seen behind). I know the previous tenant must have accidentally knocked it in but my first thought was that the heat was an ancient seabed.

My white hand holding a classically scalloped seashell with dark red coloring in front of a baseboard radiator.