Funny which ones hit you. Lynch not quite Bowie, but this feels ominously like 2016.
I should really take another run at Twin Peaks: The Return.
21 years
…of something or other. Anniversaries pile up like birthdays, with a similar drumbeat of time leaking away.
In any case, the latest batches of students got their first chances to suffer my burbling on psychophysics (2 hours of aggressively tedious experiments) and sound (couldn’t get the guitar to route into Logic, but the programmatic stuff mostly worked). If only I had the faintest clue what the fuck I was talking about.
I’m making a point of posting these things from my phone, btw. Microblogging from a proper computer would be gauche.
Stylish
Turns out it’s actually pretty easy to style a tag if you don’t get sidetracked by plugins, and now I’ve microed twice in one evening. Go me.
Microblogging
Given the extreme low frequency of substantive posting around here, I figured it might be worth trying a different tack. Not a replacement, more a sort of parallel stream of nugatory nuggets, tossed carelessly into the æther without a moment’s thought. Quick and easy enough to, you know, actually get posted.
I’d imagined setting them apart in some way, styling or layout, and have already procrastinated through pages of WordPress plugins that entirely fail to hit the spot. Which defeats the whole purpose of the exercise, obviously. So fuck it, let’s just begin and see if it can stick at all.
After all, I was so prolific on Old Twitter, just as I still am on Mastodon.
Couched
A more-or-less-inevitable-but-on-uncertain-timescale consequence of May’s retinal detachment surgery was the development of a cataract in that eye, which indeed duly developed. One eye operation being never enough, apparently, on Wednesday I had the requisite cataract surgery and am now miraculously restored to sight. Which is quite a nice feeling, actually. That half-blindness was really beginning to grate.
The surgery itself was pretty straightforward, as befits the nation’s most commonly performed operation. It’s the chicken tikka masala of ops. And with a much less onerous recovery regime than the previous one. I am already back teaching today. Joy.
No pictures this time. I mean, there are some, but they lack drama, so what’s the point?
Hopefully this will be the last we hear of any of this for quite some time.