Tyler Weaver's Blog, page 39

I’d Written Something Else This Morning But…

… as I disembarked from the port of Informalities and drifted back into the sea of The Work, I decided against publishing the piece, a piece about writing, because, as I was considering having written – when I should have been considering The Work being written – said piece about writing, I decided that I had no interest in writing about writing and thus, the birth of this half-assed aside about not wanting to write about writing; I would rather write.

Listening: COLD HEART, by Michael Kiwanu...

Control-Alt-DeBeep

As to why I bother trying to work or read beyond an unhealthy skimming of headlines on my pocket behavior modification device in waiting rooms and/or hospital rooms – those temples of lacking control and hurry up and wait – I haven’t a clue: it never works out; it just works me up – too many possibilities to entertain.

“There is no point in getting angry at events; they are indifferent to our wrath.”

Plutarch, via Montaigne.

Actually, I do know why – or think I know why: an attempt to inser...

Meanwhile, in Obliterated Routines

A morning of obliterated schedules and routines — waiting rooms and flash flood warnings (four-plus inches in three hours yesterday evening) and such — so here’s a dog picture to fill the void and give myself the illusion that I at least accomplished something.

(Currently) 21jul2019

Reading: ZORRO, by Isabel Allende (155/390). Listening: BLOOD PRESSURES, by The Kills; REMIND ME TOMORROW, by Sharon Van Etten. Watching: Just wrapped TRUE DETECTIVE’s third season so we’re presently between shows. Playing: MIDDLE-EARTH: SHADOW OF MORDOR (Can’t decipher the story, but it’s a fun ARKHAM skin – and that Nemesis system is nifty.)

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Newsletter 0059 is on its way; regular ramblings return tomorrow.

Of Libraries Restored, More or Less

Bit by bit, the books sacrificed to unprioritized flight and misguided investments in silence are being returned – collections of Chandler (we will be reunited one day, LONG GOODBYE), of Hammett (as a matter of fact, I do need to own at least three editions each of RED HARVEST and THE MALTESE FALCON), of Ellroy (all of the first LA Quartet in first edition hardcover? Why yes, thank you), etc etc – and expanded, representative of a new, growing iteration of self (mostly) secure in its present...

A Lightbulb, Maybe.

(Recorded here for when I inevitably forget the clarity afforded by this particular flickering lightbulb.)

Though I’ve practiced meditation for 20 years, give or take, my capacity for non-attachment has always been wanting. Perhaps it’s a byproduct of playing at being a writer, the constant stream of thoughts masquerading as “ideas,” the relentless urge to capture them, to commit them to paper, before they’re gone, milk carton time; or, perhaps, it’s my bias towards problem-solving – I’m espe...

Clouds Thickening Over the Second Wind

This week-long cloud of depression lingers still; a struggle to find the words this morning – so these words will have to do.

I know I’ll find my way out, through, back into light’s clarity or clarity’s light, whichever, eventually – the only thing worse than the feeling itself when you’re feeling it is to deny that you’re feeling it at all.

Perhaps all of this plate spinning is wearing me down, leaving porous and susceptible to invasion my acquired fortifications, “Vacancy” in flickering n...

Of Values Held Amidst the Clatter of Spinning Plates

Life, or so I’ve learned and believe at present, is the management of a series of systems, of spinning plates – and their accompanying sides and bowls – in a perpetual dance of balance and dominance; quality of said life is predicated upon ones effectiveness in said management.

My role, then, is to not only be the moderator of this effort, but also the platform upon which the plates balance; those plates, however, are inconsiderate assholes: far be it for them to quiet down (just a smidge) t...

(LinkExhaust) 16Jul2019

“We’ve essentially just created a universal remote for every one of these insulin pumps in the world,” Rios says. “I don’t know why Medtronic waits for researchers to create an app that could hurt or kill someone before they actually start to take this seriously. Nothing has changed between when we gave our Black Hat talk and three weeks ago.”

THESE HACKERS MADE AN APP THAT KILLS TO PROVE A POINT, via WIRED.

“Hansen said that overproduction of certain crops, low prices paid to farmers, corpora...

Tiny Computer, Big Desk

The back and forth between the large monitor and the tiny laptop continues (as do many things, at the moment). Current victor: the tiny laptop, a victory earned by satisfying a present need to focus on smaller compositional chunks, paragraphs, sentences – the periodic introduction of a functional friction – as opposed to being overwhelmed by the big picture (which, I’m finding, really isn’t all that useful – to me, for now, anyhow), nevermind the more comfortable keyboard; in hunkering down o...