technically memoranda

Temperatures have gone down enough that I'm once again vaguely lethargic from the chill, my feet and hands aching. I don't resent it, but much like extreme heat, it gives me the feeling that I'm not in control of my body.

I want the weather to match the wanting-to-slow-down of my thoughts, I want rain and I want a heating pad, I want to burrow until I know what I need to make things again.

Do you like references to history of science in your music? Are niche transformative projects up your alley?

Check out this bearblog site for The Superconducting Supercolliders! It has a player for each track alongside the lyrics, a download link to their entire discography in MP3 and, soon, annotations for the lyrics.

Fell in love with containerized desktop layouts and I spent yesterday afternoon constructing one for this site. It'll force me to be consistent with my tagging as well.

Now, to settle on a way to organize pages and tags...

the fact that walls get dusty is ridiculous. you’re vertical. act like it.

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it's wall cleaning day in my apartment; this has been on my mind. at least we have an appropriate mop and we're not wiping by hand.

Today, at the edge of our hope, at the end of our time, we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other.

"Are you trying to save my soul?" Do you know what you're part of? Do you know that to God you can't save the soul of a suicidal man? Do you know that there is no other way out? Do you know that this is how it must end?

"What?" Do you know that your death is not noble? Do you know that your life is not an island? Do you know that in all the time I've known you, disabled and furious, you have been my hero? Do you know that I see you in all the miracles of film and life? Do you know that wanting to die doesn't mean you have to?