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(Started around 9:15 a.m.)

I’ve stopped at a Krispy Kreme near the office to have coffee and a donut (just one) and chew on writing for a little bit. It’s already late so I don’t have a lot of time to chew, but I haven’t been able to get into the right headspace for even simple journaling recently.

Being here, in a fairly quiet, antiseptic-looking place dominated by faux-retro steel and pastel, brings back memories from about fifteen years ago, when I used to go to a Dunkin’ Donuts with Bart, a friend who was my story guinea pig: I’d give him first drafts of stories and he’d, well, react. It wasn’t a critique so much as the literary equivalent of a test screening. At any rate, while I suppose this place violates a lot of ideas of “comfortable writing space” that most people would have, I like it: a fairly open table to take over, very little ambient noise—I’m the only customer in the seating area, even though they have seating for 40—and, of course, coffee. Not gourmet, but solid enough. No wifi, but in some ways that’s a benefit. (Technically, since it’s in Mountain View, there’s Google’s free wifi service, but in my experience having Google free wifi is like having no wifi at all.)

So. Catching up: I’m moving.

As I’ve written recently, this isn’t out of the blue, but the speed is unexpected. The friend I’m going to share the apartment with has a tendency to move rather fast, and we went from looking at apartments to having a signed lease within a week.

I’ve been having some panic over the last week or so over the move—mild panics, not panic attacks, just a holy crap I’m not at all ready yet feeling. And I’m not. I have the sort of perverse advantage that I never completely unpacked what living room and kitchen stuff I moved out here with. Of course, I can’t remember what most of that stuff is at this point. I have a cheap kitchen knife set somewhere, and a stereo that’s now quite behind the times but should hopefully be solid enough to keep working. Did I bring speaker cables and speaker stands with me? How about towels—did I unpack those and mix them in with the household’s? And so on, endlessly.

However, the panic and nervousness is being joined by excitement, too. I’ll have more space; I can use this as an excuse to replace some old furniture (and I’ve already started on that); I’ll be in a new place to explore more thoroughly than I’ve been able to so far, and I’ll also be much closer to Bay Are public transit stations and so a whole new set of things to do—without driving—might open up. The place I’m moving to is a pseudo-town named Foster City, just outside San Mateo. I may well try to corral [ profile] duncanroo into giving me a tour, or at least advice on where he goes, since I believe he’s lived in San Mateo for years.

I’ll write more about the move as it happens, I’m sure; I’m expecting for me, at least, it’s going to go on throughout this month and probably a bit into December, presuming my (current) housemates tolerate it. I hope to be completely moved in

Somewhat coincidentally, my physical this year was scheduled for just after my birthday. I got what I’d call a clean bill of health with an asterisk, and the asterisk is what doctors could just about have preprinted on cards to pass out for patients: better diet, more exercise. My cholesterol’s a little high, my blood glucose also a little high (but not diabetic). Yes, I am aware of the irony of writing about this at a frikkin’ Krispy Kreme, but like I said, I’m only having one donut. I’ve actually been better about my diet the last few months, although I need to make sure I don’t slip back into old habits—which are, basically, too much soda and too much reliance on fast food, both a curse of the modern age.

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I was, past tense, making an effort earlier this month to start getting up at 6:30—or at least, to start having my alarm go off then, so I could manage to get out of bed by 7. What happened in the interim? Getting sick, just in time for [ profile] twentythoughts’ visit here. There was a sense of inevitability about this particular illness: everyone else in the household has had it, and it’s surprising that my immune system held out this long. I was laid out Sunday and Monday, but I’ve been getting incrementally better each day since. Today I’m still coughing but I don’t sound like I’m going to eject a lung.

Naturally, this has slowed down… everything. The personal coding project I was working on came to a dead stop, and I have yet more essay-ish LJ entries that are just a paragraph or two and “insert actual thought here.” The point of getting up early was to see if I could carve an hour or so out of the day for my own stuff; it’s difficult to do that in the evenings without seeming anti-social, and like it or not, my brain seems to be in higher gear in the mornings anyway. (At least, mornings when my head isn’t full of cold germs.)

Even so, I’m making slight progress. After getting the new laptop I decided I shouldn’t hunt for more excuses not to try using it as the desktop at home, too: it’s just a matter of unplugging a few cables from the G5 and finding a place to stick the laptop, after all. So I’m doing that, and just leaving Parmesan “headless,” connecting to it with VNC when I check things on it. (It’s still the iPod sync machine, and a couple of my older mail accounts are only checked by it, not by the laptop.) I’d still like to upgrade the display at home, but that’s going to wait a few paychecks, I think, given upcoming travel.

And speaking of upcoming gadgets and paychecks, there’s the iPhone. Am I going to get one? I’m weighing it, but I gotta tell you, watching reactions to the thing is vastly more entertaining than owning one could actually ever be. I’m not sure there’s been another product in the history of consumer electronics which has generated so much attention. Which means, of course, many confident predictions of success or failure from people who, to date, have seen nothing but photographs of the damn thing.

I have my opinions on that I might foist off on you another time, but the real question for me is whether I want to buy both a new phone and a new iPod together. I’ve been looking for a new phone, and the iPhone will meet or exceed what I need to varying degrees (not without downsides, but even so). My 4G iPod mini does fine, mostly. The times I’ve considered replacing it, I’ve considered one of the hard drive models, so I could just sync everything.

At any rate, it’s time to shut down here, take my various pills (yay), and get into the office. Hopefully I’ll be able to start ramping up my online presence a little again. (I may talk about Twitter soon, too—I’m guessing from the crickets greeting my last post that, in fact, none of you are on it.)

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So. How’s that “being inaccessible” thing working? Well, I’m combining it with a wrist brace, and it’s helping, although I think I’m stressing myself by constantly thinking it’s been 24 hours and I’m not 100% better now!

Beyond that, it’s a bit more… peaceful. I enjoy being in touch with people, and when I’m dining alone I’ve come to think of having the IM open as a sort of companionship by proxy, but it can also be, well, very demanding. If someone is buzzing me and I’m not answering—no matter where I am, even behind the wheel—I feel guilty. This is kind of nuts, and the best solution is almost certainly to detach. Of course, even if I’m successfully catching this before it becomes true carpal tunnel syndrome, it probably means my days of constant thumb keyboarding are over. (Ironically, this removes one of my biggest objections to Apple’s iPhone, although I’m still not sold on it.)

From poking around on the web last night, I’ve become interested in learning Lisp, at least as an exercise. I may write more about that later, but it’s time to head out the door a few minutes ago, and I have actual work to do at the office. Although I may see if I can head out to work at Panera, as ironically I seem to work better there. (The work, for the moment, is report-writing rather than programming.)

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So I’ve been neglecting the journal again, I know. I’m considering beating myself into either writing something here every week, or (shorter things!) every day.

To catch up from where I last left off: I attended Further Confusion and had a fine enough time, mostly from meeting people I don’t see that often, which is the real reason I go to conventions in the first place. I didn’t buy anything much — if I’m remembering correctly, only an omnibus edition of Phil Foglio’s Girl Genius, something I’ve been meaning to read for a couple years.

The day before the convention, [ profile] shaterri, Jeff, [ profile] ladyperegrine and I went out to Kaygetsu, a fairly new and regionally-acclaimed Japanese restaurant. While it was suggested that I should do more “foodblogging,” I’d better remember to do such blogging quickly, since at this point I don’t remember much about the individual dishes we tried, other than the blanket observation that they were all good. My main entree was a marinated black cod, which went past good to pretty fantastic. (I think I’ve only had black cod before at a Seattle-area restaurant that [ profile] shaterri’s taken me to twice.)

The razor handle that I’d bought at Target last year and written about has started to flake out, not holding its little Mach 3 blade cartridges securely anymore; the brush that came with the set fell apart quite quickly. (Fortunately I had a considerably better shaving brush I’d been given as a gift a couple years before.) So this last Saturday I decided to take the plunge I’d been considering and buy a “safety razor,” one of those old-fashioned razors that takes double-edged blades. (Nowadays that doesn’t sound very safe, but they replaced straight razors!) While I could have done this by mail order, I happened to know that the new Westfield San Francisco Centre shopping mall — which the Powell Street BART/MUNI station has a direct entrance to — has an Art of Shaving store in it, and that they sell safety razors there, at the “immediate gratification from a boutique store” markup. So, I made a trip up to the city and bought that razor, with its one sample blade and a couple free sample packs of Art of Shaving’s own shaving cream.

I’d like to say that after three shaves I’m getting the closest, most bestest shave that I ever have, but I can’t. On the flip side, I only got two nicks on the first shave and none on the other two, and I’ve been managing to get slightly closer shaves with each try; I’m hoping in a week or two I’ll be up to par. The one thing I have noticed is that the shave really does seem to be less irritating: the closer the shave gets the more it feels like I’m removing the top layer of skin, I’ll grant, but after even the gentlest cartridge blade shave, I could see the blotchy unhappiness of irritation. With the safety razor, that isn’t there.

The irritation that is there the last couple of days, though, is my fingers/wrist on my left hand, a somewhat hard-to-localize pain that increases with some movements and pressure. While it could well be the onset of the carpal tunnel syndrome some might think I’ve been courting the last thirty years, I’m not convinced I didn’t sprain it in some odd fashion this weekend. (I’m also not convinced I don’t have the onset of arthritis already in that hand, but that’s another story.) After a bit of deliberation I’ve bought one of those cheap wrist splints at the drug store; I’m going to see if keeping it mostly still a few days helps. It almost certainly can’t hurt.


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