Monday November 17
11:56amBack home from the farm. It was a very lovely trip. The first time I didn't want to leave by the end of the stay. I will be back in a months time. I can stay longer then if I want.
Could've stayed longer this time, but I only brought enough medication for the week.
The drive there was beautiful. Snow veiled hillsides. When the clouds part, the sun sneaks through and casts a spotlight on the treetops below. A single spot of illumination roams the mountian side.
I have never seen anything like it.
Two hours in and the drive becomes painful. Severe back pain that causes the right arm to numb. I don't want to discuss my sad medical issues.
It was a short trip. Maybe 6 days isn't so short a length of stay, but it certainly felt short. That's what matters, right? Time certianly marches on, but perception dictates how it feels.
(I can't stop saying "time marches on." I always experience a moment of internal elation, remembering its a lyric from the Spawn soundtrack.)
It was a notable visit. I didn't do any writing, which means I will forget this time. I write to commit to memory. Here we go:
Tuesday: Got into town around 4pm. A friend picked me up from rental car drop-off. We went to the grocery store and grabbed a bite to eat.
Wednesday: I was able to stick to my routine. Waking up between 5:30am and 7am. I can't remember what I did during the day. In the evening, a dear friend joined me at the artsy movie theater to watch Bugonia. It was very entertaining. The characters have a spaghetti dinner in one scene. This aroused in me, a hunger for spaghetti. So we went to a local Italian spot after.
Thursday: The birthday of the friend I was staying with. I baked an orange olive oil cake. I adapted the recipe so I could use the items I bought intending to make a spiced persimmon cake, only to realize they need about a week or so to fully ripen. The cake turned out wonderful! I missed baking. We went to a plant shop and he got a couple really nice philodendrons.
Friday: Uneventful for the most part. Mom came by with her dog and took a short walk through the neighborhood. I appriciate every one's concern for me, and it feels great to tell them I am very happy and content notwithstanding my present situation.
Saturday: Met with family for breakfast. I loath my father. Had some time to kill between that and meeting a friend. The lack of coffee shops was a bit offputting, but I found one eventually. A coffee shop, music venue, bookstore. I drank my flat white and read The Counterfeiters, until a group began to play music. Wasn't my interest, so I popped into the bookstore. Secret Rendezous by Kobo Abe captured me. Looking for a price, I only saw "Priceless" and "$14.99."(far too expensive for a tattered used book) I brought the book to the register and inquired about the price. The woman calls over the owner. It seems this book was part of his personal collection (then why have it out on the shelves???) He asked me how much I thought it was worth -- $7. His counteroffer -- $10. I was ready to walk away, when he asked where I was from. I told him. He takes a giant rubber stamp and imprints the name of the store on the title page. "You make sure to tell them about us in [city where I live]." He hands me the book and asks me to send it back by Valentine's Day. An interesting interaction. I started reading the book today, so I may send it back sooner. I think I want to include a nice letter and a copy of a book from my collection. Probably Winesburg, Ohio.
After all that, I headed over to my friend's place. We went for a hike, admired the home renovations, and chatted the rest of the night. I got home around 10pm...late night!
Sunday: Had bagels with the host friend and prepared to head out.
I watched a lava lamp evey night in bed. It was lovely. Looking forward to my next trip to the farm.
Really need to tweak my website design. Not to concerned about how it looks on mobile. Grant me dignity, have some respect, only view my webpage on desktop. Thank you.
I got the Spawn The Album playing so I am ready to lock into my neuroticism. Hell yeah.
I should really fix the file transfer thing between VS Code and Neocities. idek what its called.
Maybe I should make a plan before throwing more garbage into this code. I do like spaghetti. The spaghettiest webpage.
Here's some spaghetti gifs as restitution for reading this far:
All gifs are linked to webpage of origin. Click 'em
Spending so much time trying to fix the CSS on the October log. idk why the August and September are good, but not October.
lmao just figured it out. didn't have the correct path to the CSS file.
To future me: when updating website, update all pages. Don't put it off.
Added a cute unicorn gift to my homepage. If you click it, you can send me an email :)
No idea who visits my site, or the frequency. I had a direct line of communication in the early days.
Revoked it because I wanted to remain more anonymous, but would prefer to risk it for the very slim chance of someone reaching out.
5:22pm
Went for a walk. Read to start "working" again.
I turned on Co-Pilot in a time of desperation (when I was mending the October code).
Now I get these crazy AI generated suggestions on what I would write next. Some of them are crazy.
I can't stop reading them. Very amusing, but kinda scary.
Some AI is "learning" how I write, based on what I have written.
The AI generated text has no voice. I, on the otherhand, have a very distinct voice. (OMG I hate when I prefer the suggestion).
I need to turn this off
the AI generated text starts here: 6:45pm
Made some pasta with marinara sauce. It was good. I need to make more substantial meals. Maybe add some protein next time.
Went for a walk after dinner. It was chilly out. I like the cold. I like bundling up.
Listening to Hex Enduction Hour by The Fall. This album is wild. So many different sounds and styles jammed into one record.
I like it alot. It reminds me of Fun House by The Stooges, but more varied.
11:17pm
Just finished listening to the album. It was a trip. I feel like I went on a journey through a strange city with weird inhabitants.
The lyrics are cryptic and surreal, adding to the overall atmosphere of the album.
I appreciate albums that challenge me and make me think, and this one definitely does that.
Time to get some rest now. Looking forward to tomorrow and whatever adventures it may bring.
Goodnight world.
the AI generated text ends here.
I feel like the AI is being toxic and dunking on me.
Whoever coined the term "vibe coding" should be exhiled to endure years of hard labor.
b/c using AI to code is NOT the vibe. Ever.
I really enjoy learning how computers communicate with other computers and with humans.
Helps me understand how I should communicate with my computer.
This computer is my baby. Built her myself with that first Biden COVID stimulus check.
So I would like to thank the taxpayers bearing the financial burden of this computer's birth.
I'm going to fall in love with my computer, because its a charming reflection of myself.
She cradles years of my data.
I need to write something suitable for publishing (even if its some zine [might be cooler tbh])
I need to decide what type of literature I want to write.
I am leaning towards poetry. Short and can be good if you have some theory.
Or is this just another phony excuse to buy me more time and make me sound like a snob.
Or fuck it, let's keep streaming this consciousness.
I should just submit a screnshot of my webpage. So it needs to look cool.
Please email me suggestions!
