Smallhouse Log

Monday, second week without a federal government

Well, I wrote a chromosome simulator this week; that ain't nothin'. It's exciting to be excited about programming again. It's exciting to be finding the time to program again. It's really exciting to have a working chromosome simulator.

I mean, exciting for me. Your results may vary.

Friday, first week without federal government
"I grew up surrounded by whales." -Claire, 2010-10-04

Made myself a new toy tool to help with the current version of Plan I. I think we're on delta at this point; I have it written down somewhere. And you know what the trickiest thing was? Dealing with Daylight Saving Time. I have come to the conclusion that Daylight Saving Time, like the one-cent (and five-cent) coin, is not worth the trouble, and should be abolished. In the case of the clocks, leave them an hour ahead; that's fine.

I know there are more pressing political problems to solve, but these two would be nice as well. You know, if there was still a federal government to solve (ha! ha!) political problems.

Sunday, week before Riot Fest
"Technology sucks and we should all become witches." -telephone pictionary result

"Technology sucks and we should all become witches." Words to live by, indeed.

I have about three people offering me possible jobs right now, all at restaurants and bars they 'want to open'. That won't pay the bills, though, so I keep working a job I have grown to despise. It's time to find another real job.

It's been time for a while now.

Monday, Sixth Week of Summer School
"There's no information in toast." - student Ben, 2013-06-24

I have regrets. Most of them have to do with consuming dairy.

One more week of school, then a couple weeks of job hunting, then, hopefully, peace. Never quiet, though; that is not the lot of fatherhood.

So very tired.

Tuesday, twelfth week of Winter

Plan Ιγ achieving solid results. There was a brief hiccup around the time of the Folk Festival, of course, but I'm getting back on track. I'm happier, the house is cleaner, but there's one part that is not working like it should.

Monday and Tuesday are my 'weekend', and I had scheduled the same hours I would normally work as 'work time' for personal projects, programming, finishing the second bedroom, et cetera. The trouble is, Claire has her own plans for this time. She wants to do things together, which I like, but what she wants to do together is almost always plan, shop for, and cook a huge meal together; this can be, and generally is, a bit trying.

Justifiably nervous about appearing to complain about my wife online, let me explain: I enjoy cooking with Claire, very much. I enjoy eating the food we cook together, VERY MUCH. I am willing to go shopping, since a woman with a baby cannot carry much by herself and she likes to have me with her. And of course, it is frustrating to me to burn an entire evening (with much dilly-dallying) helping, at best, on one project, especially on what is nominally my day off. But I do all this with a glad heart and a smile on my face.

Menu planning, though, is fast earning an unredeemable black mark in my book. If I initiate the menu planning, whatever I propose is immediately thrown out. If I offer suggestions or criticisms along the way, they are ignored or dismissed. I am made to read cookbooks, a medium difficult for me to process and rarely edifying outside of the historical notes and personal anecdotes of the authors. This results in me sitting, eyes glazed over, hunger gnawing at my belly, for an hour or more while Claire pulls volume after volume off the shelf, makes notes in her notebook, chews on a pen while staring into space, and taking frequent cigarette breaks. And remember, this comes at the beginning of the evening's ordeal.

"Why not tell her how you feel?" one might ask. Oh, I have. Her passion to involve me in her favorite activities is admirable, and I do love her for wanting to share what gives her so much joy. I just... would rather get something done, you know?

Especially when I'm hungry.

Tuesday

"They knew that I was special when I came out spitting verses; my first word was 'Word!' and the rest of them were curses."

Iota sub gamma not formalized yet, mixed results so far. This is good: mixed results definitely trump no results.

Translation: My living room is so clean! I'm preparing something to eat that takes longer than five minutes! The website is fixed! (Well, fixed-ish... there's a weird jiggle on some links if the text is resized. It's weird. I think it's a rounding error that happens when the browser tries to also resize the padding around the text.)

Cats, however, remain very ill-behaved.

Saturday, second week of winter
"I'm feeling sad and depressed and I don't know why. ...Maybe because I'm looking at this cake that I don't have?" -Claire, 09/26/2011

"One flat out begs me, the other one entices."

Read a series of articles today (blog responses to some earlier articles, the most relevant of which I read at the time of its publication) which made me consider how little I've implemented Plan Iota sub beta in my life. Plan Iota in general is about making better use of my time. The beta revision emphasizes production over consumption and maintenance. I think it needs more work, because I still spend way more time consuming than producing.

Maintenance is a hard word to spell.

So, God help me, let's turn this car around. I am a creative person, and I used to be prolifically creative through a few narrow outlets. Now I have the world at my fingertips, and I pour all my creativity into making mountain fortresses in Minecraft. The fingertips are only used for WASD, LMB, RMB. The world they mold is inside someone else's baby. But I can narrow my focus again - and when I do, I have no doubt that I will be prolific once more.

Granted, prolific does not mean good. But I don't need it all to be good. If the frequency of good stuff over volume is low, that's fine. I want a high frequency over time, and who cares about the dross.

Let's do this.