Back at the new-to-me coffee shop. I asked the barista how he was doing and I got an eaarful. All good just more openness than I expected on this, my second visit. He seems like a good guy. All is fine but he said he got some strange news from his doctor today. No Miaskovsky today. Sounds like Euro mixed with cha cha cha, not that the latter is actually a genre. I’m guessing Caetano Velosa, actually.

I feel I am defeating myself. My soul feels numb, and empty. I am going through the motions of moving the web sites over to the Canada server but I am just not finding the efficiencies in the way I usually do. I could move everything at once but the web admin program is twitchy about that sort of thing. And one of the domains simply will not propagate. The fact that it is a .ME domain, and that it is my only .ME domain, seems suspect. Everything else moves over fine, though I don’t understand why since the nameservers themselves do not even register as having IP addresses. All in all I think I might just be spinning my wheels,, and I may even abandon some content because I can’t get the software that runs them to work without spitting out shit tons of error messages into the log files. I discovered that the root email account on one box had 4gb of those type of notifications that had accumulated. Eventually that could fill the server hard drive and make access to the box impossible.

I saw the landlord downstairs and commented positively on the glass awning (I guess you could call it that) he put up a month or so ago. I told him that I stood underneath it in the rain a couple of times just because I could. He laughed.

This coffee shop is actually in Dutch Kills, as the incoming hipsters retro-ly refer to it. I think I said it was in AsLIC yesterday.

I saw the phrase “grows slower” today. Puzzling expression. I guess things can grow one way or the other but isn’t growing slower akin to “growing smaller”? Doesn’t sound right, but its vagaries only become apparent on pesky analysis. The term was used in rference to El Niño, which is said to be bringing craaaaaazy weather to the world in the coming months. Nice, I got the tilda character to come up. I don’t think I could do that on the previous keyboard.

As I started saying in paragraph 2, I’m just spewing words from vaprous energies. I take inspiration where I can get it, which is not many sources. This barista seems like he might become an interesting friend. He says he is doing a lot of autobiographical writing. Too much coffee is probably as bad for my system as too much bar booze. I don’t go to bars any more, at least not in any way that could invoke the word “regular”. I don’t have a regular pub or a routine like I used to. I walked past an Irish pub last week and saw a group of pasty, obnoxious drunks outside smoking, barking obscenities and screaming inchoate nonsense. It was uninviting. I tried church but couldn’t stay inspired. I’m meeting up with an old payphonista friend next week, I think.

Barista here made interesting comments about autobiographical writing, how it has the potential to help you understand yourself, how you came to be what you are. Human are products, are we not? Products of our parents, our socioeconomic status, our sexual experiences, even our diet and tending to of our health. All this crafts and sculpts what we are given, with the throwaway caveat “for better or worse” not being relevant. It’s just what it is, you human you.