Just dumped out a bunch of water at my desk. It doesn’t happen often, but every time it does I’m frustrated that I’m not more cautious, that I’m not using lids.
Water bottles are kinda tippy.
Lids are frustrating.
And around we go.
Just dumped out a bunch of water at my desk. It doesn’t happen often, but every time it does I’m frustrated that I’m not more cautious, that I’m not using lids.
Water bottles are kinda tippy.
Lids are frustrating.
And around we go.
Is it just me with the disappointment that now even our TV screens must be rebooted?
Music is such a strange, personal journey. In my twenties I really didn’t think I could get enough fast, noisy techno. Today I’m seeking out shoegaze and dream pop at about half of the tempo. But still loud. Still has to be loud enough to feel.
The universal plea of the person with more than one device talking to the same service: Can’t notifications go away over here when I acknowledged them over there?
That feeling when I’m searching iTunes and my music collection for an album that I know I own. Except I don’t. I did have the artist right, and I was close to the correct year of release, but 100 percent wrong on the album cover art.
Dear Coffee,
I am just writing to let you know how much I appreciate all that you do for me.
In gratitude,
Hjalmer
Noted:
It’s a privilege to learn about racism rather than to experience it.
So, yeah. I’m on the east side of St. Paul and I’m lucky not much has come close to me. But I started to cry when I saw this advice on screen.
Is Memorial Listening a thing?
I think a bunch of old guys like me are thinking about Tom Sawyer, Red Barchetta, The Spirit of the Radio and similar topics whilst playing giant drum kits in our heads.