Noticed this inset into the sidewalk outside the office this morning. Not sure how I missed it before, but also impressed at how apt the quote still seems.

Clearly my family has been thinking about the effect of money on society for a long, long time. At least I come by it honestly.

#Opportunity

There are a lot of Mars Rover images out there, but this is the one I saw first:

Like everyone else on the Internet, I teared up. Like everyone else on the Internet, I thought at first that this was a literal last message from Opportunity – that someone at NASA had built human language, or at least this phrase, into the Rover’s communication settings. I loved that idea – and even when I realized I was wrong, and this was a great if unintentional poetic phrasing by a journalist, the baseline concept stayed with me: that even when we don’t admit it, even when we don’t acknowledge we’re doing it, we build a little bit of human into the non-human creatures we create.

Because of course we do.

How could we not?

Goodnight, dear #Opportunity. Goodnight.

2019.01.27

Have spent the morning re-reading some of my old writing – I’d planned to pull together poems for Coastside but have done this instead.

Some of it – the essays, the various topics, even my old time management book, even a few fiction fragments – is better than I’d thought!

Not sure what this tells me. Right now I’m coming back to writing stuff about once a week; this amount of time seems possible, but I wonder if I’m losing time to having to remind myself what I’ve already got.

I’ve also got writing scattered across two locations: my Mac, often in Scrivener, and the cloud, largely in txt files. At one point I loved Scrivener’s UI loveliness, and its flexibility of options appealed to me – but at this point in time I’m more in the realm of txt files, and their straightforward structure. This feels like a throwback to when I first wrote on computers, pulling together high school essays on my Dad’s old Victor 9000s with the green glowing screens and the heavy whirring floppy drives. Formatting things to print was a pain but the focus on the text was deep and fun. I miss that green.

More recently, I miss my old tiny Chromebook, with its clicky keyboard and its throwaway sturdiness. There’s a certain irony to finding common experience between text files on a pre-Windows desktop, and txt files in Drive – but that’s what I’m doing.

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