shout outs to friction, thank you friction

the whistling ducks are whistling up a storm outside. they're like the southern equivalent of canada geese, the sound is wild and alien and lonely and a little plaintive, but it also like. speaks to the part of your ape soul that remembers packing up the camp and following the river to the next settling place 20,000 years ago

okay I said I was gonna blog and I'm blogging. as my old boss used to say "let's not let perfect be the enemy of done." not just the enemy of good, the enemy of done at all. and it's good to do things.

this has been the year of productive discomfort. I didn't say "constructive." but here we are!

how has it gotten to be most of a year already? I just turned 30. I just started figuring this whole 30 thing out. now it's time to turn 31?

smash mouth was right

being 30 on a rainy day is a lot like being 11 on a rainy day. you type on your blog in HTML.