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Setting of the Day #2588

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Setting of the Day #2588

I will still occasionally have dreams about the homes I grew up in. Often they’re at Mom’s old duplex, especially on the street outside or the pillared steps to the front door; sometimes they’re in Dad’s apartment building, which is prone to growing new elevators and labyrinthine corridors. It’s very rare for me to dream about whatever other home I’ve lived in; I can’t recall a single one from Santa Cruz (though the campus itself has hosted many dreams in which I’ve forgotten a class for an entire quarter), and I don’t think I dreamed about the apartment I shared with Pearce.

The other night I had what might be a dream about this place, but it was an isolated unit, half the size, and most of the walls were missing, making it closer to an archaeological dig site than a livable space. The home had been foreclosed, and I was relegated to a peculiar house open to the elements, with carpet-softened clockwork made to transport me to my room on the upper floor.

How long do you have to live in a place for your unconscious to register it as home, and make it a permanent dream setting for the rest of your life?

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October 23, 2015 at 11:30 pm

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Return of the Day #2545

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Return of the Day #2545

A new cohort at App Academy graduated tonight, and my team is looking for a new member. Xiao came along with me to meet the grads and check out their final projects – all those people eager to show off the features I’d learned to build almost a year ago.

I’ve certainly gained some experience since App Academy, but it doesn’t feel like a distant memory; my time since then has just been one solid band of existence, and returning to the classroom here felt comfortable, without the eerie feeling one might get from walking through an old elementary school.

We talked to many people and collected a stack of resumes – perhaps someone we met will join our team.

I wonder how all the friends I made during my cohort are doing these days.

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September 10, 2015 at 10:43 pm

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Walk of the Day #2544

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Walk of the Day #2544

Another walk through this lovely park: the sun casting long shadows through the trees, inviting grass to read on, lots of humans doing human things along the way. I stopped on the way home to finish my book, which featured among other things a number of gloomy stories from Croatian writers. I wonder if they really are gloomier there.

Whatever the tone of the book, I was happy to walk along this park again today, and to enjoy one of the last flares of summer heat before autumn arrives.

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September 9, 2015 at 11:50 pm

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Rags of the Day #2540

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Rags of the Day #2540

Some people came bearing heavy machinery today, aiming to tear out the glass doors in our rooms. Laurel and I sat on the couch, quiet and meek, while they worked, and the ceiling over our heads rumbled from morning into the afternoon. Raggedy curtains, which have certainly seen many other deconstructed rooms, were placed over the gaping hole in the wall, keeping the dust from infiltrating our new bed.

We keep feeling that we’re almost done with the place, but there is quite a bit left to do. Still it improves day by day; in a few weeks we’ll be able to take a whole day to do nothing at all.

do-do doot doot doot do-do doot

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September 5, 2015 at 11:23 pm

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Flight of the Day #2537

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Flight of the Day #2537

Look how people squeeze their squares into whatever lands the mountains will allow them.

A little blinking light delayed our flight back, but we finally made it home this evening. Zinky did not appreciate our time away, and we arrived to find that he had wet both our armchair and our bed. The sofa, thankfully, was unhurt, so we still had somewhere we could retreat, but it was not an easy evening.

Visiting Laurel’s family was lovely, and we have a few more days off from work, but that time will be for getting our home into working condition rather than relaxing. I still feel we need some time just to be.

le la lu

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September 3, 2015 at 12:17 am

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Bed of the Day #2525

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Bed of the Day #2525

Our little bedroom is still bare: no bed frame, nothing on the walls, bags of clothes and stuffed animals jammed in the corners. This room is just for the bed; the rest of our lives will be in the other parts of the apartment, which will hopefully make for better sleep.

The apartment is set back from the street, which is quiet to begin with; few sounds make their way all the way to our room here. There’s no susurrus of traffic, no music or parties clinking just outside the window. The sounds that do reach us stand out from the silence: distant sirens, passing planes, the ubiquitous train-roars echoing from the west. In the last few nights, when I’ve been nine-tenths asleep, those trains have sounded so aggressive, pouring their mechanical frustration across the entire city.

In a few weeks this room will be much more settled – tidier, with a bigger bed and color on the walls. This shot of our cobbled-together room will be something worth looking back on when we’re done.

lumberjack burger

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August 22, 2015 at 12:30 am

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Crawl of the Day #2523

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Crawl of the Day #2523

Long days at work don’t leave much time to assemble our apartment, but we are making at least a little progress each night. Our neighbors next door have little children with an undoubtedly early bedtime, so we have to ease off on hammering together the bookcases once it gets dark. Still, two and a half shelves are done, and the library is starting to open up; we’ll have room to walk and stretch soon, and our books will all have a home, with room space for new ones to join them.

We dozed off early tonight. I think we need the rest.

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August 20, 2015 at 12:19 am

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