Tyler Weaver's Blog, page 32
August 30, 2019
Woodshed, Syndicated
A desire – once more, with feeling – to move myself away from the ease of social media and be content to exist in my own little self-hosted corner of the internet (though still interacting via Twitter (as a comment system for these pieces) and via weekly newsletter.
Embracing that Indie Web credo: POSSE – (Publish On Site, Syndicate Elsewhere) and a bias towards controlled input, towards chew and digest over binge and purge (books and paid sources must always take priority); make the process...
August 29, 2019
“That’s a Human Ear All Right.”
Confession: though I’m a David Lynch devotee, a TWIN PEAKS otaku, and permanently in the thrall of MULHOLLAND DRIVE (and, to a lesser extent, INLAND EMPIRE), it wasn’t until last night that I watched BLUE VELVET.
Why this cornerstone of Lynchian “Woman in Trouble / Small Town Onion Skin” noir, this foundation for TWIN PEAKS (McLachlan and Dern, Jeffrey and Sandy, here bookended with McLachlan and Dern, Cooper and Diane, in TWIN PEAKS: THE RETURN? Blue velvet curtains opening here with the re...
August 28, 2019
Wrist-Cyborg, Day Three
The Watch continues to prove itself, gasp, useful:
To be able to log my four-times daily T1D checkpoints – blood sugar, carb intake, insulin – from the watch-face, without bleeding all over a notebook – and to see resultant data patterns visualized in chart form on my phone – is a gift: when compared / paired with my heart rate, I can see if fluctuations in sugars were the result of stress or something else, thus giving me a better picture of how to maintain the balance essential to keeping m...
August 27, 2019
The Calling Hour Line Ride at the Amusement Park of Suck
Two-plus hours from entrance to bereavement to exit, standing, waiting, shuffling, tolerating the incessant chit-chat of strangers and faces I recognized but couldn’t place flanked by Bibles and quilts and boundaries of folding chairs and respites of folding tables, to say the last goodbye to a good friend, a shell preserved in her place, a simple, beautiful, un-sanded casket; tears shed, hugs given, a chapter concluded, to three from four. As my grandmother used to say, “You never know.”
August 26, 2019
Wrist-Cyborg: Day One
After much puzzling (a few years worth) over the potential personal utility of an Apple Watch, I finally made the plunge and picked up a Series 3.
The appeal – other than a lifelong love of Dick Tracy – being the Watch’s potential usage as:
A less distracting work/meditation timer (MultiTimer)… would rather have my timers on a tiny screen on my wrist with the absolute essentials than on a rectangle or a pad rife with superfluous non-essentials (email, social media, mindless web browsing, et...
