Kev @heretohinder@cybre.space

3 days back at a standing desk and one punishing bootcamp class in, and my old-person hip pain is almost entirely gone!

...vs André Breton's office (in the Pompidou Centre in Paris)...

Compare and contrast: Francis Bacon's relocated and preserved studio (in the Hugh Lane Gallery in Dublin)...

Also having to go find another instance is bugging me. It really shouldn't given its relative importance but it's just another annoying thing to deal with.

Have accidentally passed into that particular phase of boredom where one is now too bored to do anything about their boredom. I should be home by now! Instead I'm stuck in a different country for another (checks) week and a half, and probably unable to leave the house except for quick dog walks for most of that time.

They'll peck your eyes out.

If nothing else those cycles need to be synced.

Serious question, is everyone in Brooklyn microdosing something? Spent a week there and now my targeted ads are all either "here's a fancy shoebox to live in for 5k/mo" or "act now and we will send you infinitesimal amounts of ketamine every 4 weeks!"

Looking forward to ransacking the Jedi texts in the morning!

So wild to me that I grew up under the flight path of SSTs and that they're no longer a thing.

Expected to get some airport coding time, but transit delays and captive portal troubleshooting ate it all up :( Next stop, 🇮🇪

What if John Wick is real and Keanu Reeves is a character

Nothing so perfectly inhabits its life as this little dog waiting for its human in the door of the laundromat.

It also might be faster to not be trying to do cargo builds involving new crates over train wifi.

Trying to pick up cryptopals again after a 2-year pause. It might be faster to just start over.

One thing Toronto sorely lacks is topography, so this view was a tonic.

The grass is literally greener here but it is also literally grass. Wild to go from a neighbourhood with dispensaries every 50 yards to a city (country) with none.

It's not my biggest regret for the year, but I should have done more with the fact that the kid's gym teacher was named Mr. Ball.

Had an assessment for PRK today, got passed between 3 separate staff but never saw the actual doctor. You always know the bill's gonna be crazy when you're subjected to that level of theatrics.