Every attempt to send images from my RFK/Triborough excursion today failed. Hooray for the brave new world. Just some tedious hippie entreaties scribbled on the bridge’s walls. I managed to broadcast up to Periscope again but it seems like a miserable failure. I need to get a cheap one of those things that steady cameras while walking. Can’t think of the word but I know it’s not GIMLET, even if the actual word reminds me of that. I think it’s GIMBEL. Professional gimbels cost over $300 but seemingly passable alternatives go for less than $50.

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FUCK THE FUTURE

You know, that is not a bad idea. I messaged a friend today about my current adventures in sobriety. I said I wanted to make it to April off the sauce, but what is really important to me is that I get to a point where I can drink once or twice a week, socially, without feeling like drinking one day means I am in this trap for the next 6 months. I know me, of course. I would almost certainly fall into the latter circumstance.

But in response to my stated goal of making it to April this friend said to just keep life to this day, to now. Fuck future expectations. Sooner or later they will not matter. They never do. It’s good advice? I like having goals, too, even if I rarely reach them.

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At the Bakeway, listening to Elton John CDs via the PLEX, which still fills me with jizz-gasmic joy. The PLEX, that is, not Elton John. I stuffed PLEX with thousands more piano tracks today. Need to clean some of that stuff up, but I’m not going to make this a matter of spending more time organizing and being anal versus actually listening to the stuff.

Not in a mood for posting to the .MOBI today, after the earlier Triborough fail. Intrusions upon my .MOBI routine derail the path to my heartland.

Shopping instead for an 8TB hard drive, or an 8TB NAS. I don’t see what the complexity of the NAS is really good for if all you want is a place to store your shit. I think the NAS makes it possible (emphasis on possible) to do something like the PLEX. But I already got this, and it’s fully secured over SSL. So why bother trying to reproduce that with the added bother of unpredictable IP addresses and other such gearhead overreach… 8TB should be enough storage for camera pictures going forward and every last MP3 I downloaded from Usenet since the mid 1990s. hah. This really is the future, and it is fucking absurd.

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I don’t know what it is about this place, the Bakeway on Broadway, but almost every single time I come here there is an incident of someone absolutely screaming as loud as they possibly can. Maybe it is the insanity caused by excessive corkscrew lightbulbs on the ceiling, or the general brightness of things. Right now someone has just screamed, and I mean SCREAMED 4 or 5 times “THE DOG DID IT!” Between each iteration of this profound, seemingly hilarious comment the woman laughs, laughs again, takes a deep breath, and repeats “THE DOG DID IT!” I feel like turning around and shouting something incongruous, like “AND THE FUNNY THING IS, NO ONE REMEMBERED SHE LEFT THE DOUGHNUTS IN THE BASEMENT!!!” At that I would laugh, and laugh, and laugh; breath deep; and laugh some more before repeating the comment 47 times.

Alright, then. Going home.