8.280. And Just Like That

It is back to working life. I discovered that my due date is Thursday, leaving me little time to complete a rash of work. I plan on making it a two day project to finish and will give myself upwards of five hours to get the work done. Given the 500 words an hour I claim to be able to accomplish, that ought to mean 2500 solid words. Unfortunately, I believe the full project is 7K and I have only 3K thus far. Work faster, Talis.

This is supposed to be the vacation time–a space between teaching and taking classes when the Lady and I review our life choices and figure out what steps we want to take moving forward. I’ve taken to setting a price on Airbnb and zooming out to the wider world in search of where I can get the bang for that buck. There is a furnished Cave in Fornelli, Italy available for $1200 a month. It’s five kilometers from the sea, which is the main selling point. That and super fast wifi. It is being pitched to digital nomads, which is what I believe I am becoming. I’d ultimately prefer to teach online. We are putting a lot of thought into the concept of living out in the woods of Tennessee, though the idea doesn’t hold as much joy as other locations, such as the Juan de Fuca… Still, it is beautiful land that experiences weather and still offers an opportunity to buy in at a relatively low price. Not terribly low, mind you. I’ve yet to find the real cheap outside of the 1 dollar sales overseas that seem more than a little suspect.

The thing is, I am thinking about tomorrow while clad in the problems and procedures of today. I am looking towards a third act while the second remains incomplete. I am trying to prepare for the future in an unsteady present. These are things I need to come to grips with. I must discover a way to love now as I prep for tomorrow. Slow work, that.

8.279.

I don’t have a ton to say tonight. I’ve been chillin all day. Watched the Giants blow another one, saw one of my top Wrs in fantasy mess up his hammy… Not as bad as say, a KC fan or a Packers fan even, but it wasn’t a great one. I advanced to the semis. Shedur had a terrible game, which is like air to the haters. He’s such a polarizing figure that it is hard to say anything real about his performances without being sucked into one side or another. I wonder if that is a human thing or simply an American one? We try to polarize everything and have developed that ability to such an extreme that everything from politics down to youth football becomes a cesspool of whose side you’re on and who you follow. I wonder if social media is like that. I dabble but I fail to get involved in the crazy. I didn’t even know the TikTok awards was a thing until I saw an honest to God commercial for it this morning. Apparently it is going to stream on the app and on some TV station (or app?) as well. Crazy. What would a TikTok award even be?

Sooner than later this social media thing is going to undergo another phase and another series of apps–likely driven by 12 year olds–is going to emerge as the new hotness. Once a thing gets too popular, a new thing must emerge for the cool people. No, Bluesky is not it.

Meanwhile, my Game Studies class hovers at 9 students, which is even with other hybrids in the state but below the online offerings. I would not offer this course online. Where is the joy in that?

I find joy in a lot of things. Lately it is Minecraft and chill. That can become quite obsessive, especially when I’m trying to max out my armor and weapons so I can build without ever worrying about mobs again. Need that mend ability though. Hard to come by. I am grinding as I build in order to make more and more scrolls until I finally get it. May need to abandon that course and start building out merchants until one gets me right. Honestly, merchant grinding is always the best path, but the buildup is hard. I need to get better farms going.

That’s a problem for tomorrow’s Talislegger.