The Right Combraynation

So as you know, reading is really good for you. Unfortunately, the things with which reading helps you are all things that you need a certain level of in order to do it consistently. I friend sent me a copy of Farewell to an Idea after we had a conversation about the deeply shameful underrating of The Death of Marat, but I’m not in the right state of mind to dig into something like that. On the other hand, if I read some kind of bestseller, it doesn’t hold my attention and the cathexis that reading affords is lost.

After all sorts of fruitless casting about, I came up with a solution so obvious that I’m sort of ashamed that I hadn’t come up with it sooner: Swann’s Way. It’s also a book with which I feel a lot of sympathy these days, which is nice. Of course, reading about sleeping isn’t quite the same as sleeping so there are still some stumbling blocks, but overall it’s a huge improvement in my life.


I have been experimenting, as one does, with Angular. Like all right-thinking people, I find the fact that visiting any web page requires downloading a gig or two of libraries, but it can’t be denied that addressing the DOM in a programmatic way is yar-bage. Furthermore, Javascript itself is. . . pretty terrible, although we all know that as with everything in browserland, its willingness to be terrible is important because it allows non-professionals to create for the web. Obviously, everything about the internet is terrible, but like JQuery generally, I’m pretty sure that Angular is a net (no pun intended. . . this time) plus.

Don’t Crash

Had another day where I slept a lot. A certain amount of catch-as-catch-can with regards to this is inevitable with a graveyard shift, but one needs to exert some control over it to get what one needs from the normal world. I don’t really know where to start with that, which makes me nervous about putting it off indefinitely. 

Dropping the Ball

I am, by nature and various forms of training, agile in a way that if I bobble things, even in a way that would seem normal to most people, there is clearly some kind of problem. Periodically I wonder if this situation represents a substantial inefficiency. Like, maybe the focus I’m expending under normal circumstances could be used in a way where it’s keeping me from creating a structure that makes the reflexes less necessary. 

New Hobbies

Basically all I do for fun is bathe. I sort of think I’d get something out of leaving the apartment for leisure, but I am attempting to emerge from a period where I was beating myself up for not having a hobby that was personality-defining, so being casual about stuff like that makes me panic. 

Whither leisure, the Joaquin Maguire story.