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Friday, January 1, 2021 shelves I rearranged my office back in mid-December.

Saturday, January 2, 2021 reading in 2020 (books edition) As I look over the set of books I’ve piled up in my house, the other thing that strikes me is that, in the years these books have been accumulating, both the relationship of books to the culture and

Tuesday, January 26, 2021 reading: the steerswoman (series) These are by Rosemary Kirstein, and available as e-books on Smashwords: The Steerswoman The Outskirter’s Secret The Lost Steersman The Language of Power I came across these by way of a blog post…

sunday, february 14, 2021 days and days into weeks and weeks and months and months go by with all the variation of fenceposts outside a car window on a road through western kansas and then it's the late winter again in february, we finally get a stretch of

sunday, february 28, 2021 in the transient world nothing is incorruptible except perhaps corruption itself tags: poem p1k3 / 2021 / 2 / 28

Sunday, March 14, 2021 reading: a desolation called peace A Desolation Called Peace, Arkady Martine, Tor Books, March 2021.

Tuesday, March 23, 2021 The RMS thing has come up again.

Wednesday, March 24, 2021 the weather Written back in March, posted 2021-07-14.

Sunday, April 11, 2021 observations on gear nerdery & utility fetishism, 2021 edition In most settings, a big van covers about 70% of the utility afforded by a pickup truck, plus you can sleep in it and the stuff inside won’t get rained on.

Monday, April 12, 2021 software as government I’m sketching an incomplete thought here.

tuesday, april 27, 2021 there was a flood once, and then it was years before the sound of rain on a roof for more than a few minutes stopped being a reminder i didn't want you'd see it in the people who were there — one of those rare wet days would set in…

Tuesday, July 13, 2021 an appeal to people who sell stuff on the internet This is a suggestion that people in business should be better at it.

Wednesday, July 21, 2021 rules I was doing the laundry a while ago (I first started writing this in May of 2019), and I got to some stuff where I wasn’t sure whether it was actually dirty and needed a wash, or if I’d just tossed it on top of the pile on t…

friday, july 23, 2021 one thing i notice the hotter it gets the harder it is to give a shit about industry & thrift tags: poem p1k3 / 2021 / 7 / 23

monday, september 20, 2021 it's always the last day of the festival you're always packing to go home tags: poem p1k3 / 2021 / 9 / 20

thursday, december 2, 2021 spectra the richness of the colors that come early in a deep drought: sometimes we have a false idea of the variation within some range we see as narrow tags: drought, poem p1k3 / 2021 / 12 / 2

Monday, February 7, 2022 paper again What is it that paper has that the computer lacks?

Monday, February 21, 2022 why i don't blog much, any more I read Tyler’s Why I Blog earlier today, and it reminded me of a draft I started here back in early January.

Sunday, May 29, 2022 One earlier this month from Tyler on notebooks and paper notes.

Monday, June 27, 2022 aphoristic noodling I read this post by Baldur Bjarnason, listing "Everything I’ve learned about web development in the almost twenty-five years I’ve been practising", and this followup, which says: Some of the aphorisms ended up not…

monday, october 17, 2022 there was one i was trying to write i had the pieces in my mind and then the most of them rattled out to nothing in the juttering motion of the year the bit i can remember, it's been a theme of late, this little mysticism i'm carr…

tuesday, november 1, 2022 some days i think you're only ever talking to yourself other days it seems like we dwell in the warmth of some shared understanding (like there's a we, all told, lit with the light of other souls) it's always fleeting, too brief,…

wednesday, november 30, 2022 the blazing light at the edges of the ice on the sidewalk wakes up something in my mind, some sense of the real and i tell myself it doesn't mean anything at all except for snow and sun and everything that entails but then i g…

Wednesday, December 7, 2022 Submitted: If you haven’t adopted a somewhat science fictional frame of mind in the last decade or so, you probably don’t understand things as well as you could.

sunday, december 18, 2022 driving out east of denver in the early hours after sunrise onto the winter plains frost and haze, black cattle moving slow in the muted light the grass all gold and brown, the sky all gray and white, pale blue and industry bello…

Tuesday, June 27, 2023 a thing, falling apart (Context: American west, Great Plains, midwest.)

Monday, July 10, 2023 recent fiction intake, first half of 2023 edition Gilligan’s Island, the first (mumble) episodes or so on DVD while killing time in a ski town (I don’t ski).

Wednesday, November 15, 2023 reading: more patrick o'brian Previously: reading: master and commander After thinking for a while that I should pick up more of this series (apparently for five years), I bought copies of the following: Post Captain H.M.S.

Thursday, January 11, 2024 a concise theory of notes about notes Previously: notes on notes 2020: meta meta 2020: the zettelkasten / the zeitgeist I came across an argument about what exactly makes something a zettelkasten, and then thought: “Zettelkasten”

thursday, december 14, 2023 it's december and that old hollow feeling biding something holy or forgotten, reappearing p1k3 / 2023 / 12 / 14

Tuesday, November 14, 2023 A windy day.

Sunday, August 13, 2023 I revisit this thought: the ironies of a bunch of hyperliterates using a giant text machine to bootstrap text into a thing that exceeds the bounds of comprehension and then totally overwhelms all the tools of literacy itself I’ve s…

Friday, July 7, 2023 A thought I posted elsewhere not so long ago: the ironies of a bunch of hyperliterates using a giant text machine to bootstrap text into a thing that exceeds the bounds of comprehension and then totally overwhelms all the tools of lit…

tuesday, august 1, 2023 one for jack here we are in one of those times of dying and i'm fucked if i know what to do i've never known, i likely never will it was so dark at 5 o'clock that the streetlight came on in the alley out back, and i started flicking

Thursday, June 29, 2023 It’s Thursday afternoon.

Wednesday, June 14, 2023 It’s midway through a rainy, stormy, cool and clouded June.

Friday, April 14, 2023 The end of this month will make 26 (twenty six) years of this.

thursday, march 2, 2023 the way that midmorning on a tuesday can be the worst time to think of weekends and the distance from the last one to the next the way february's a bad month to think back on christmas and contemplate september 3:13 in the morning…

Wednesday, September 21, 2022 It’s late September, and we’re back from the big burn, back from bluegrass in Kansas.

Friday, August 5, 2022 It’s pushing midnight.

Friday, July 15, 2022 One from 2019. p1k3 / 2022 / 7 / 15

Thursday, December 23, 2021 It’s 2021, and I’m sequestered in the guest house at my parents' place, waiting the results of a COVID-19 test.

wednesday, march 16, 2022 what's the distance between a nervous habit and a ritual tradition?

wednesday, june 2, 2021 sure the self dissipates and hollows and all dignity is temporary at best while memory itself will betray you at every turn but all the same, if you're lucky, you'll look back sometimes across the sweep of time and discover there w…

Thursday, July 30, 2020 Earlier today I found myself in one of those moments of tractionless inaction that people at the attention deficit end of the scale come to know well.

Wednesday, March 3, 2021 We loved computers: That’s a simplification, almost a category error.

wednesday, january 20, 2021 somewhere a little after 10pm a mandolin, amplified loud enough for most of town to hear it plays a triumphant instrumental. and then a single firework p1k3 / 2021 / 1 / 20

Friday, May 22, 2020 feeds: stuff that makes me think Background: I’m doing some short posts linking to feeds that I like.

Tuesday, June 25, 2019 I rode my bike for utility this morning: Dropping off a vehicle at the shop and pedaling the dozen miles or so home.

Monday, August 12, 2019 I’m sitting in a Barnes & Noble Starbucks, a class of institution I don’t really expect to exist a few years hence.