🙙 Half-baked thoughts and brain farts 🙛
My toddler's learning to have fun by herself. Which apparently means she can spend an hour and a half babbling in her bed. Honestly, it seemed like she was having a blast.
Reading a transmission on cosmic.voyage about another broken ship. Why is everything broken, derelict or withering in space?
gemini://cosmic.voyage/Lantashi%20Dance/dance-log001.txt
Muffin Recipe
1. Be hungry. Decide to make muffins.
2. Realize I have no eggs. Look for apple sauce as replacement.
3. Can't find apple sauce. Find apples to make some (ooh! this one is looking kinda shrivelled!).
4. Make the apple sauce. Burn yourself a little, because you're boiling them unpeeled ("to keep the nice color", said my mother. but not with this old apple, apparently), and you can't wait for them to cool down.
5. Voilà !
6. Realize that you're making banana muffins, and the pectin in the banana would have been more than enough.
I was having a bad day, but then a dude on midnight.pub reminded me it's a beautiful day outside. I think I'm going for a walk.
Only one thing never fails to deliver: dinosaurs. And, you know, other weird ancient animals. They were cool when I was 5, they're even cooler now.
Speaking of things that we're cool back in the days and have been significantly cooler recently, I've seen a presentation about agregore - a browser based on a bunch of p2p protocols. People seem to be coding fun stuff these days.
I haven't written anything (outside of the gutter) lately, but my head just keeps spinning, so much that it affects my sleep. I think I have cycles of seeing too many paths that I should take in life/career/research, and then exhaust myself, intellectually, emotionally, or all of the above.
I saw a friend whose work is finally paying after 15 years pushing a passion project. I'm not sure I could ever choose a single project.
It's very warm today; we went from winter to summer temperature in a few days. My daugther's sleeping with a blanket for the very first time at home, but she's already so attached to it that she asked me to tuck her in when she woke up around 11:30. I didn't understand the word she used for blanket: "aistu" (with the French "u", but very long, trailing to an invisible consonant), for "couverture". Fortunately, she's always very patient with me.
I might have accepted the fact that I'm going to feel tired and exhausted. Like, there's no way I can climb back from this sleep debt hole, is there? Might as well start reading the Upanishads and bake.
My daughter seems to be making the same reasoning...
My daughter cried to me twice tonight, just to be rocked a little. She will still sleep through the rest of the night. Gods I love it.
Just made this page because I wanted to put something in writing, but didn't want to post a facebook status. But the compulsion has passed.