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Captain’s Log, 2025.07

My new living room, my old clutter
Welp, here we go.

I moved out.

I did it. It is done. What, why—whatever. It is both a return to the past, and a new beginning.

“I am waiting for you, Vizzini. You told me to go back to the beginning. So I have. This is where I am, and this is where I’ll stay. I will not be moved. When a job went wrong, you went back to the beginning. And this is where we got the job. So it’s the beginning, and I’m staying till Vizzini comes.” —Inigo Montoya, The Princess Bride

The new apartment is lovely. It is just big enough for myself and Esme. It is a corner unit with high ceilings and tall windows all around, letting in lots of natural light and wonderful breezes. My friends live right around the corner, we can run back and forth like kids out from school. It is perhaps a weird eclectic mix of leftovers and hand-me-downs and a quick run to IKEA, a college apartment with extra nostalgia, but it feels comfortable. It feels like relief.

So far no one has complained about the drum set. :grimace:

I accepted the burnout.

I don’t actually know how long I’ve been swimming against the tide on this one, but the tide has definitely won. I have no focus at all, and all of my energy could leave me at any moment. I nap often, sometimes more than once a day. I am loving the novelty of all the new experiences, and I definitely have enthusiasm to start being creative again. But I’m trying to be smart about it and learn from (the plethora of) past mistakes (so many mistakes). As I ease off the throttle the headaches and the tempers also subside, and again relief. So, for now, we rest.

I started rethinking my tech stack (and everything else).

Maybe I don’t have the brain to be Making right now, and maybe I don’t know when that will change, but I do know that I do not feel good about the tools I’ve been using, nor the ecosystems in which I’m expected to use them. Between shoving LLMs into every crevice and the fascistic ass kissing everything these corporations touch feels poisoned to me. And not just the tech stack, but everything. Browsing the web and toying around with new tools is something that I do have the energy for, so this is something I can do something about.

I had some fun too.

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