Worms don't like salt.
Dan is already telling his family he's moving out closer to them. I really think it'll do us good to be close to family, enough to see them now and then and when it's important. The logistics of getting from here to there currently are just too big. It's just that bit too far away. While that's perfect for me and my family, not so much for Dan who actually likes his relatives. Actually, some of the near relations I do in fact wish I knew live out there. Maybe there'll be a connection. I doubt I'll push it though. I've surely damaged relations irreparably with everyone connected to my family, not just those I am required to interact with. Either you socialize with all or you socialize with none, I believe is the general opinion. It would be expressed more along the lines of "don't come crawling back when you need someone either!"
Well I learned a long time ago that I can't really ask for things anyway, right back to santa wish lists used for gift pranks. I mean, it's like the list itself pissed her off, even though she'd taught me to make one. I would list things I wanted for a present like any child, from the simple (to me) to the extravagant, (hopeful child) and wait to see what I got. Somehow, though, perhaps from her own impoverished history, she turned this into an ego crushing lesson of humility and not asking for things. Yet for every ritualed gift interface, the obligatory list from each of us was presented. I suppose had I listed nothing but socks and undies and other sundries of the sort you get anyway, maybe I'd have gotten a different response. Yeah, but I was a kid, for crying out loud, not a diplomat with a psych degree. (I'm still not either of those things.)
I do abuse parenthesis, don't I? I also habitually double tap the space bar after each sentence. It's interesting to have learned that this irks many in the typeset field. It's a learned behaviour leftover from monospace typewriter keys where the extra space was more relevant. I still do like the pause between sentences, though, I must say. Visually it still appeals more to me and helps with large paragraphs. That's something I think do right, break it up into paragraphs so it's less intimidating as a mass of text. I certainly do create it in mass. #TL:DR Hehehe Hey, it's a form of privacy? Nobody reads it all, you can think aloud, feel heard, and self analyze all done without noise or negative feedback. It feels terribly self important too, journalling. Eventually that sense of importance fades every time I've ever kept a diary and I lose impetus to share my inner space. However, this time has a signal difference in that I'm not going to much effort to share it on the outside. No going to social events to accost people with my peculiar brand of dry humour and punk clowning. No gadding about in festivals for hours talking to anyone hapless enough to land in my path. No, really, I resisted and had far fewer conversations and much shorter than usual.
More, I'm not phoning people and talking at them, emailling them or discussion groups, actively reading and responding in online forums, etc. Other than sending out aphorisms on Twitter and my vine activity, this is about it. That and Tom, Dan, and whatever humans interact with me when running errands. So perhaps this time around the "diary keeping" will last more than a few weeks. I've left these tags of diaries all over the place on paper, floppy disk, hard drive, and even on a server we've not run for two years. I miss having my own web server but it really wasn't running right and I just couldn't keep up with the changes to the software and the many subsystems involved.
Even so, I'd like our boat to have a webserver. I'd like it to serve web pages with embedded music and movies right off the boat via wifi. So whether we're on deck in a hammock or sitting at the main screen we can just stream our own collection to our various devices without need for an internet connection. At the moment, I'm still thinking we can use our current equipment on a boat but I know in my heart that we'll replace it with lower power consumption units first. Still, we're going to have a couple years on land potentially and the equipment can always be sold via classifieds later.
I'm so not looking forward to all the human interface needed to liquidate my junk. If I only knew someone I could trust who'd do it for me I'd gladly give a commission.
Mind you, the commission tends to be a higher percentage than I'm comfortable with. Speaking of estate sales stores, commission sales, and pawn shops, you really get less than half the current sales value. They don't seem inclined to bargain either. So, direct sales via a table out front as often as the bylaws allow and internet for the special bits.
I should start with those latter, really. But today, luckily, I don't have to put my brain in that awful gear. Instead I get to find the gear that includes dirty work. LOL I need to clean the finch aviary ASAP (could wait a day) and today I need to empty at least one compost bin if not two. I think they may all be finished and ready to empty and if not, a good stir will help them get done before winter. That'll give us plenty to use all winter again.
I'm wondering how reasonable a vermicomposter on the deck would be out there on a boat. Would they do okay? Would it be ugly to look at or smelly? Does it make more sense to go with local compost collection programs? Would it be in the way when sailing? Would it get salt water in it and kill the worms? I think that latter is extremely likely, actually, and it wouldn't take much to kill them and it would happen often enough to kill the idea.
And now that my tea is done, to the compost bins I go.
Well I learned a long time ago that I can't really ask for things anyway, right back to santa wish lists used for gift pranks. I mean, it's like the list itself pissed her off, even though she'd taught me to make one. I would list things I wanted for a present like any child, from the simple (to me) to the extravagant, (hopeful child) and wait to see what I got. Somehow, though, perhaps from her own impoverished history, she turned this into an ego crushing lesson of humility and not asking for things. Yet for every ritualed gift interface, the obligatory list from each of us was presented. I suppose had I listed nothing but socks and undies and other sundries of the sort you get anyway, maybe I'd have gotten a different response. Yeah, but I was a kid, for crying out loud, not a diplomat with a psych degree. (I'm still not either of those things.)
I do abuse parenthesis, don't I? I also habitually double tap the space bar after each sentence. It's interesting to have learned that this irks many in the typeset field. It's a learned behaviour leftover from monospace typewriter keys where the extra space was more relevant. I still do like the pause between sentences, though, I must say. Visually it still appeals more to me and helps with large paragraphs. That's something I think do right, break it up into paragraphs so it's less intimidating as a mass of text. I certainly do create it in mass. #TL:DR Hehehe Hey, it's a form of privacy? Nobody reads it all, you can think aloud, feel heard, and self analyze all done without noise or negative feedback. It feels terribly self important too, journalling. Eventually that sense of importance fades every time I've ever kept a diary and I lose impetus to share my inner space. However, this time has a signal difference in that I'm not going to much effort to share it on the outside. No going to social events to accost people with my peculiar brand of dry humour and punk clowning. No gadding about in festivals for hours talking to anyone hapless enough to land in my path. No, really, I resisted and had far fewer conversations and much shorter than usual.
More, I'm not phoning people and talking at them, emailling them or discussion groups, actively reading and responding in online forums, etc. Other than sending out aphorisms on Twitter and my vine activity, this is about it. That and Tom, Dan, and whatever humans interact with me when running errands. So perhaps this time around the "diary keeping" will last more than a few weeks. I've left these tags of diaries all over the place on paper, floppy disk, hard drive, and even on a server we've not run for two years. I miss having my own web server but it really wasn't running right and I just couldn't keep up with the changes to the software and the many subsystems involved.
Even so, I'd like our boat to have a webserver. I'd like it to serve web pages with embedded music and movies right off the boat via wifi. So whether we're on deck in a hammock or sitting at the main screen we can just stream our own collection to our various devices without need for an internet connection. At the moment, I'm still thinking we can use our current equipment on a boat but I know in my heart that we'll replace it with lower power consumption units first. Still, we're going to have a couple years on land potentially and the equipment can always be sold via classifieds later.
I'm so not looking forward to all the human interface needed to liquidate my junk. If I only knew someone I could trust who'd do it for me I'd gladly give a commission.
Mind you, the commission tends to be a higher percentage than I'm comfortable with. Speaking of estate sales stores, commission sales, and pawn shops, you really get less than half the current sales value. They don't seem inclined to bargain either. So, direct sales via a table out front as often as the bylaws allow and internet for the special bits.
I should start with those latter, really. But today, luckily, I don't have to put my brain in that awful gear. Instead I get to find the gear that includes dirty work. LOL I need to clean the finch aviary ASAP (could wait a day) and today I need to empty at least one compost bin if not two. I think they may all be finished and ready to empty and if not, a good stir will help them get done before winter. That'll give us plenty to use all winter again.
I'm wondering how reasonable a vermicomposter on the deck would be out there on a boat. Would they do okay? Would it be ugly to look at or smelly? Does it make more sense to go with local compost collection programs? Would it be in the way when sailing? Would it get salt water in it and kill the worms? I think that latter is extremely likely, actually, and it wouldn't take much to kill them and it would happen often enough to kill the idea.
And now that my tea is done, to the compost bins I go.