I think I’ve speculated before how long it would take, in a significantly long stretch of leisure, before I had had my fill of utter idleness, and started spontaneously doing other things, thinking new thoughts, writing new things, and generally being creative. Available evidence suggests it’s more than a week. :)
It’s been a long time since an August hiatus in my weblogging could have meant anything (beyond “it’s a day”) to even the most devoted reader. But this particular August hiatus, the hiatus that this entry will end once I actually post it, is because we are once again up in Maine, sleeping late, eating lobster, listening to the plashing of the surf, and generally being blissful. It’s now been sixteen years since we started this Maine-going stuff, and this web-logging stuff; one more year than last year.
We have a number of books lying around, as always, and we may list them later on in the traditional way. But this decade (and I expect I’ve noted this down before) there are many books and book-like things inside of smallish and flattish silicon-based devices here and there, and those are good hooks for writing down things also.
On this Nexus 5 or Something Cellular Telephone that I have here, for instance, when you hit the little square button thing area, it goes to a view that shows a big scrolling Rolodex-like display of all of the roughly six zillion things that the phone is in some way aware of me doing. Some of them are open just in case I want to go back and look at them later; so I can write those down in the weblog here, with clever observations on life and the universe more or less related to them, and then I can close them in my phone, and that will be good if only because then I can find the non-closed ones more easily.
Let’s see what we got, here on Tuesday night of the vacation week.
- Twitter. Well, that’s Twitter (where I exist as my Second Life persona for historical reasons), so we’ll just close that. (I could write about how and why I use Twitter, and what effect it is having on the global unconscious, but instead I will just recommend the feed of A Bear).
- Instagram, where I exist as the name of this very weblog, and where you can see various pictures, some of them from Maine (and one of them being a selfie with Felicia Day, because she did a booksigning at work which was extremely cool; she says that lots of people around her are playing Final Fantasy XIV (or perhaps 14) these days); we’ll close that, too.
- Chrome. That has eleventy-seven tabs of its own active inside it (because I configured things that way somehow sometime), so we’ll leave that open for now.
- A search result for “soft shell lobster“, because we were getting lobster at the usual place, and they had both kinds and I didn’t know the difference. The little boy and I shared a pair of soft-shelled (with corn on the cob); they were delicious. And ethically troubling. As usual.
- The Wi-Fi settings control, because the marina right next to the Lobster Warf has a friendly open signal.
- GMail, because I was checking my email. We’ll close that. It was mostly spam. (Does the Clinton campaign really think I would be extremely psyched at the idea of flying out to some random place to have lunch with Hilary? I mean… no.)
- A search result for “tom collins ingredients“, because the little daughter was urging alcohol on us at the Warf, and I asked for a Tom Collins, and apparently this is an Obscure Old Person Drink or something, and the little daughter wasn’t sure the bartender would know what that was, so I looked it up.
- An instance of Maps along with the search result for “google location history” that spawned it, because I was mildly curious when we’d gotten there. This was also very useful the other day when we were in town, and we couldn’t remember how long it’d been since we’d parked in the “2 Hour Parking” place, and I remembered the extremely useful Google Location History aka Google Maps Timeline; try it yourself!
- An instance of Hangouts, ’cause we’ve all been IMing each other and sending around photos and stuff in the modern unWired manner, and this has mostly been working even though they are all Apple-ish and I am on Android.
- Search results for “weather linekin” and “seagulls sleep”, from being down on the dock lifeguarding while the little boy, and then also the little girl, swam about in the apparently-not-incredibly-freezing water, and it rained a little and we wondered where seagulls sleep.
- Another instance of GMail; that’s weird. We’ll close that (and everything else we’re mentioning except for Chrome, so far).
- Google Play Music, because I was playing some music. (Have you seen the Airhorn version of “Take On Me”? It is ossum. Although it is a YouTube thing, not a Google Play Music thing.)
- An instance of the 2048 app, where I got up to 4096 (and a 2048 and a 1024), which is pretty good, but only 74424 points and far short of my Personal Best of 103964.
- Some more weather results; it’s been foggy, cloudy, and/or raining for much of this Maine vacation so far, but that’s okay!
- A search result on “ofay”, which turns out to be a (derogatory) slang word for white person, which I looked up because I am reading Cleaver’s Soul on Ice, which I got for fifty cents at the Friends of the Library book sale, and which is an impressive and significant book that everyone should read (because of and despite issues of misogyny and homophobia, and it being from the 60’s, when the issue of race was different from and similar to how it is today).
- A search result on “noetic” because the little daughter asked what it means, because it is in a book she is reading about Jewish panentheism. (Also it is reminiscent of the title of Lower Dens‘ second album, and they are a favorite of hers.)
- News and Weather, because as well as the weather I was mildly interested in the Stock Market Crash and subsequent recovery (someone made an obscene amount of money on that).
- A search result on Chris Lovdjieff, who appears in Soul on Ice, and who is known to the web for nothing much else as far as I discovered.
- A search result on Windows 10 Browser, I forget exactly why. I am interested to see that it is supposed to have collaborative annotation features, which sounds interesting. It has also been tried many times before, and never caught on; it will be interesting to see if it does this time. If the new browser does it in some open way that other browsers can join in on, it might. But, well, haha…
- A search result on “i like beer sing”, which was a typo for “i like beer song“, but Google found the song I was looking for anyway. I played this for the amusement of the family while we were having a lovely dinner of wine and cheese from Eventide and clam chowder from the Warf, out on the porch overlooking the bay, yesterday evening I think it was.
- Search results on “coffee” and “the red cup” because we were looking for a place to have coffee in town, but the Red Cup was closed for the day already.
- A “Sign In To Network” page, because the WiFi network here is a Linksys Smart Something with a silly portal login page that wants the password typed in again more often than one would really expect. While I am here, though, I will brag that when we discovered that the WiFi covered only one small bit of one side of the rental house, I deployed a clever range extender (possibly not that one, but one very like it at least) so that now it covers nearly (but not entirely) the whole house.
- Search results on “eldridge cleaver’s lawyer” and “fsm 1960’s”, again from Soul on Ice. It turns out that in the 60’s, “FSM” stood for “Free Speech Movement“, not “Flying Spaghetti Monster”.
- A search result on “Melismas intro“, because in the cool art store in town, they were playing a track from this, and I liked it, and noticing that the album could be bought for slightly less than I had in my Google Play account (entirely thanks to answering questions about myself in Google Opinion Rewards), I took that as a sign and whimsically bought it.
- Some random uninteresting search results, and yet another instance of GMail (that’s weird), and Netflix (where I have been binge-watching among other things ancient episodes of Columbo from the 70’s which are wonderfully retro).
Whew, and that’s just the beginning.
This is a notably short and fragmented way of writing down things! Which is perhaps appropriate for the modern age, and for the first thing on the list up there having been the Twitter and all.
One doesn’t have to bother thinking up unifying themes and following them to a logical conclusion or anything!
Books are more unified that way; longer, and in some sense fewer of them.
I’m reading Cleaver’s Soul on Ice, from the used book sale, as I mentioned. Also reading Jessamyn West’s “The Life I Really Lived”, which came with the house here (and that I’d therefore better finish this week, come to think of it). I picked it up because I recognized the name of that Jessamyn West from having read this Jessamyn West since the early days of the Web Logs, and her having mentioned her namesake (namesake? something like that) once or thrice.
It’s a good book, although like Strindberg’s “Miss Julie” (or at least the adaptation I recently read) and for that matter quite a few other works, significant parts of the theme can be summarized as “people sure used to be weird about sex”.
Just now I’ve been typing this while sitting around with the family watching the first season of Pokemon on the Netflix, which is great nostalgic fun (James’ voice is so different!). And there is an odd fog horn or something hooting periodically outside. And the plashing of the surf.
I think I may go to bed soon, and write more of this tomorrow and/or after. (Tomorrow we are going to Portland to put the little daughter on a short-range airplane to head home because she is so busy, and to bop around in Portland, but in the evening we will be back here.) Sleep well and so on! Not that you’ll be pausing for a night between paragraphs while reading this. Unless you want to of course!
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Now it is Wednesday night, back at the rental house by the foggy bay, after a long day in Portland starting from dropping the little daughter off at the Portland Jetport (whose terminal seems unnecessarily long by a factor of about five), and including buying yet more books at Longfellow Books because of course one didn’t have enough books yet.
The two I bought: “Sherlock Homes: Fact or Fiction?” by T. S. Blakeney, and “The Two of Them” by Joanna Russ. Both shortish, both used, both somewhat odd, both two dollars.
(Well, for clarity, each two dollars. It’s funny I had to make that clarification only there. If I had said they were “both under 200 pages”, would you have thought I might mean their lengths added together totaled less than that? Probably not. But the price seems at least ambiguous. Perhaps because we think of a set of books as having a salient total price, but don’t normally think of a set of books as having a salient total length? Although we do think the latter in some circumstances, and even there I think the “both” form doesn’t achieve ambiguity for word-length. Odd.)
My phone is over there well beyond my reach, having its electrons moved further from its positively-charged bits, so I won’t go back to commenting on the still-incredibly-many unclosed tab-like-things quite yet. I will just write words (2000 of them already so far, says the helpful modern WordPress editor control thing), for the pleasure of writing them and perhaps of reading them later, and perhaps for your pleasure, even you who aren’t me, at some point. (The little boy mentioned the other day that he’d been reading through my old weblog accounts of previous Maine summers; this was unspeakably gratifying.)
I haven’t read any old ones myself (this time, yet, recently). Even last years’ seems mysterious to me, in that I don’t remember what I said at all. Presumably I mentioned having made the Big Change Of Employers, because that was even more recent than it is now. It still feels quite recent, both because nearly-two years is rather an eyeblink compared to nearly-thirty-four, and because the learning curve at New Employer is, if not dauntingly steep after the first few weeks, always dauntingly high. Everything is always in motion, always either not-done-yet or old-and-deprecated (or both); the wry internal slogan “some documentation may be out of date” is funny because it is so often (despite a deep and sincere institutional respect for documentation) such an understatement.
I understand from Twitter that the stock market has been bouncing up and down alarmingly (or perhaps uninterestingly), and that people have been killing each other and themselves in awful and distressing ways. I feel permitted, by being on vacation, to find out less about these things that I might normally.
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Now it is Thursday morning! The little boy and I are considering, in a relaxed sort of way, taking one of the touristy Cruises around the Bay.
Is it bay-side air, or water-side air, or Maine air, or just vacation air, that feels so sweet and soft and beguiling?
I have here a CD called “Swamped” by Johnnie Mac, bought from the artist himself for five dollars (plus a dollar tip dropped into his bag before I noticed that I had a five and he was selling CDs for that), where he was busking on the street in Portland.
So now I have to find something with a CD ripper to make it into usable music with. :)
Portland elicited a number of dollar bills from the pocket where I keep dollar bills normally for the buskers and the apparently needy and/or homeless of Manhattan. The street people in Portland are like the ones in Manhattan, but I think markedly whiter; perhaps street people of color, being less likely to have ancestral ties to the area, tend to move the heck out of Maine, to somewhere warmer. Or other more complex reasons.
Some more Android Rolodex tabs (I may be opening new ones faster than I’m recording and closing them):
- “Settings” and “Phone” and search results for “cruises boothbay harbor” because we looked up some cruises and called one of them about reservations and left a message, so I turned up the ring volume on my phone in case they call back. But probably I will just call them again soon.
- Hangouts, Twitter, Instagram, and GMail again, as usual. Also YouTube, where I was watching this McWhopper thing. For some reason. (Actually lots of interesting analysis to be done on that little brand interaction, if you’re into such things.)
- Search results on “over at the frankenstein place“, because some phrase involving light went by, and the song got stuck in my head, and then I had to play it for everyone.
- Search results on “what is the Methodist method“, because we passed like the East Boothbay Methodist Church and I was curious. (Turns out it’s a John Wesley thing; “Holy Club”, eh?)
- Search results on “who put the bop in the bop shoo bop shoo bop”, because I wanted to see if asking that question by voice of my phone would elicit any snarky Siri-like remarks. It didn’t. Hey, come to think of it, let’s try Siri herself on that question! Well, she sends it to Wolfram Alpha (???) which responds with but a single pointer to the song; a weak pass (my phone did of course a full Google search, and came back with a variety of links to choose from).
- Google Keep, where I had a grocery list (we stopped by Hannaford on the way home from Portland last night and bought everything on it; so I suppose it’s still there, just empty; imagine how many empty grocery lists there are out there!).
Dot dot dot!
The little boy and I went out on a sailing cruise, while M (not a big boat person) enjoyed town. The cruise was great, the quiet of the sails and the water, just the two of us and a family of three and the Captain and a deckhand.
And the phone is upstairs charging again, and I’ve been lazing about long enough after we got back to the house that it is getting on dinner time. So nice and lazy. I think I will read more of West for a bit; she is good.
(Oh, and I guess I haven’t mentioned? That Mysterious Illness that I had the other week? The final verdict, not definite but at least plausible, based on the eventual discovery of both Escherichia coli and Bacteroides thetaiotaomicron in my blood, was diverticulitis with septicemia (i.e. there was a little hole in my intestine somewhere, and some gut bacteria leaked over into my bloodstream), which is relatively life-threatening compared to most routine daily events. So I am even more grateful than usual for M deciding I ought to get to the ER, for antibiotics, and for continued life in general.)
So now it is Thursday evening, after dinner, and we’re sitting around talking about what to do tomorrow (nothing, for instance, or the beach), and listening to a very miscellaneous Bandcamp track found while searching on “little shop of horace”, “little shop of horus”, and so on. Very idyllic!
And now it is Thursday evening after a walk down to the end of the road (house for sale on 1.5 acres and 600+ feet of shoreline, just under a million and a half US$, which is lots of money, but less than a medium-size condo in Chelsea, which is only a piece of a building, and has no shoreline at all). I have showered the tar off the soles of my feet (from road repairs that I blithely walked over barefoot), and am about to lose myself in West’s story again. Lovely evening.
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And now Friday morning. I could have written here, instead of this entire entry, just “the secret of being on a floating dock in a quiet bay with the full moon above”. But then I wouldn’t have gotten any phone tabs at all closed.
Jessamyn West is still very good. I may not finish the book while we’re here, because I keep napping, and playing SimCity BuildIt, and occasionally writing in the weblog here. I hope I remember in that case to leave this instance of the book behind, and to get one of my own.
I see that last year I mostly posted some pictures. I’ve taken some pictures this year, but for whatever reason I amn’t posting any here. I might still, you never know.
We are thinking, the little boy and I, about going to the beach today, the last full day of the week. It’s a bit cold for the beach really, and it’s lovely and relaxing here. But we still might. What time is it now? Just gone noon.
Sometime a little after dawn some loud grackling birds woke me up, and I went down the old cement steps (inlaid with decorative stones and shells) down to the sand. The tide was out, and it was beautiful. Then I went back to bed for a few hours.
This is being an extremely long entry! Maybe I should post it as a Part I and a Part II, so y’all could digest it in multiple smaller pieces. Or I could not do that. :)
And now (dot dot dot) Friday evening, lovely and cool, almost cold in the wind. No going to the beach happened, but the little boy and I went swimming (and walking, the tide being out) in the bay off of the dock; very refreshing.
The long drive home tomorrow!
And now (a last set of dots) we are home and the little daughter is with us again, and we are looking at old photographs and generally being happy and domestic. I will put an appropriate picture at the end here, and post this now (probably without proofreading the last bits, ’cause I am tired).