Photos
- I forgot my camera’s charger at home, and it’s too old for the local CVS to have the right USB cable 😖.
- My photography skills are rusty. I can see the “spirit” of the photo and the reason I took it, but it’s not quite there.
Vegan meat, vegan cheese, vegan… tomatoes. The sauce was way too watery (got the wrong ingredients), but I managed to save it somewhat. 🍝📷
Feels like this vacation ended before it even started. We still have some time to spend tomorrow, and we’re planning on pizza1 at some point before we head back.
It took me too long to stop thinking of work. I haven’t realized how deep I’m in. It helps to have this understanding though. As always, I’m glad to be going back home to my little cave, where Hedwig the second - my Pop OS desktop - is waiting with my games, after the latest issue seems to be resolved.
Turns out I can take pretty good photos 📷 with the iPhone. I know, not a huge shock there. In the past, I used my camera for “the serious” stuff; this time, all the photos you see from the last couple of days on the blog are taken with my phone. I only took a couple with the camera that ran out of battery quickly. Considering the ease of use of syncing these… well, we will see.
Footnotes
1 : Since I stopped eating cheese, Pizza has been one of the top things I miss. Fortunately there’s a good place here that has vegan options.
Between the shops, there was a green space, a shed, and plants for sale in the yard. The owner was attending to the various plants, apologizing continuously for the long hose that was snaking around the visitors’ feet. 📷
I enjoy industrial buildings since I ever seen one I think. Not sure why. Another iPhone picture of opportunity 📷.
After the thunderstorm, the heat broke to a cool breeze. We had a nice walk next to the water 📷.
Attempting to take photos 📷, I realized two things:
of motorcycles and he-mes
I’m currently at a motorcycle cafe. I just sat my butt down 20 minutes ago. The music is good (90s rock, punk and such). There are motorcycles for sale inside, parked next to the tables, shelves with helmets, and other riding gear hanging from hooks. I’m enjoying a good cup of almond milk cappuccino.
Some version of me in an alternative dimension owns a motorcycle. Probably a Suzuki or a Kawasaki, maybe a Ducati (my this-dimension self doesn’t know much about motorcycles). He-me went on a couple of roadtrips earlier in life, but nothing in the last couple of years. He’s reflecting on some of those moments right now, sipping coffee.
Like me, he read Zen and That Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, but earlier in life, and got interested in motorcycles enough to get one. I started my career with computers around the same time. He had different jobs in different locations for a while and eventually settled working at a cafe in a small town like this one. His organizational skills and trustworthiness worked in his favor to eventually manage the cafe, with the owners’ blessing. He probably got involved with one of the regular customers or maybe even one of the younger baristas, but only that far. He-me are not monogamous, and even if he got comfortable for a time, it was probably more of a temporary arrangement.
Some of the emotional energy can pass between dimensions. Deja-Vus that are not mine, memories of scents I’m not sure I smelled before, faces of people that I’ve seen before and can’t place.
I think I found my new avatar🦉📷
Yesterday, I went to see The Muppets Take Manhattan at the Museum of the Moving Image. The Muppets are ageless and always relatable, as were the people who came to the viewing - all ages, colors, and sizes - just like the muppets themsleves.
As Pete said, “We’re all just people.”
I haven’t used this coffee ☕️ beaker in a while. Very fitting when I’m writing about org-mode experiments.
