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I had to scroll back through my added albums to last year to find this again because I couldn’t remember this artist or album name. I only remembered the crunchy fuzzy 90s-altrock/shoegazish vibe and that Toro y Moi produced it and that it came out last year and that it had a dog and barfy slimy green and magenta letters on the cover.

My father-in-law is in the Philippines on a work trip and there were pictures shared and discussion of the awesomeness of jeepneys and tricycles in the family chat, so that of course over anything else gave me a flimsy excuse to think of this album and listen to it again, as it doesn’t take very much to make me think of this album and want to listen to it again. And I surprisingly couldn’t resist also randomly sharing¹ in the family chat a modicum of my enthusiasm for the album and Chaz' associated jeepney restoration project.

Will and I watched Back to the Future tonight. Literally dated film, but it’s still great.

I saw several fish swimming in the creek¹ this morning, as many as eight to twelve. A grey ghostly shadowed slow shimmering of fins and scales in a protected pocket of murky water beneath the rough old rock wall, across on the neighbor’s side.² I didn’t think I could capture them sufficiently in a photograph or video, especially at that distance.

‘You have new memories of your relatives’ [Email Notification]

‘See memories’ [Action]

Not sure how this actually works, but I’m curious and a bit creeped out on the concept of receiving “new memories” and being notified about them via an email message.

Framework and templates for the Watching Log are now live, including display on the now page and enabling “log entries as status updates” custom messages for watches.

Made significant updates to the text and layout of the home page, about page, footer, and ‘[ + ]’ menu ordering. Changed the text font to Alegreya.

I’m trying out Alegreya as the regular text font on this website.

Finally got around to this one, and Will watched it with me. Should have tried harder to see this in the theater, it deserves as big of a screen as it can get.

I love that in the afterword the author essentially admits that a germ of this book was in fact a crush on an arctic explorer, written for the enjoyment of friends who perhaps share the romantic obsession. I had already assumed as much while reading the narrative, so it was refreshing for her to not be coy or pretentious about this.

Great reminder to me as a would-be writer that a way into this (maybe the way into this?) is to unabashedly pursue an idea that interests me, and learn and write all I can about it. When the writer is interested in what they are writing about and having fun writing it, that intrigue and fun should come through to the reader. It worked in the case of this book for this reader, at least.