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Hours of the Day #1959

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Waking of the Hour #1 (9am)

Hour 1

Good morning! Hourly comid day has come again, and I am free today to capture a moment each hour.

I’m writing this under the blankets, still, but today will be a good day.

choo choo choo-doo

Snooze of the Hour #2 (10am)

Hour 2

Wrapped up in bed, soft and warm, it can be hard to find motivation to step out into the cold. It seems like a lot of life is just trying to reach a point where you can curl up with someone and be happy and calm – why break that feeling when you finally get there?

But there are friends to see and delicious things to eat, so waking is worth it – after a long snooze in bed.

katamari damacy

Breakfast of the Hour #3 (11am)

Hour 3

More friends are coming than expected, so our official breakfast was deferred until later. Until then, we have toast followed by ice cream and chocolate Joe-Joe’s.

(I’ve always liked ice cream but Laurel has perhaps encouraged me to enjoy it more)

And the Internet is here to supplement any meal – autotuned rants or adorable animals, take your pick.

millions and millions of specks

Comics of the Hour #4 (12pm)

Hour 4

Mitch, Kendra and Hannah have joined us! Mitch and Kendra will be comicking our day as well. While they caught up on the morning, Laurel and I rolled up innocent bystanders to transmute them into stars.

The next few hours will be recorded from several different perspectives – it’ll be interesting to see how different the same events might be to each of us.

Hannah’s busy with an essay of sorts, so no comics from her today. She’d do brilliant work as well, to be sure.

angel flavor’s present

Outing of the Hour #5 (1pm)

Hour 5

A quick trek out for snacks and drinks, and back for a proper meal.

Kendra can reach the ceiling here with ease; Laurel used her Nerds Rope stick to do the same, though she recently grew a half inch taller.

We’re all especially conscious of time passing because of these hourly pieces – it makes it feel like the day is passing faster, though we’ll have more to remember from it.

Time to make spaghetti for everyone!

white gold’s properties

Shot of the Hour #6 (2pm)

Hour 6

Tensions grew hot while the pasta boiled, and soon Kendra and Mitch were locked in combat. Kendra was the decided winner, as you can see, but MItch’s injuries weren’t fatal. With food in our bellies, we’ve returned to a civilized society.

nintendo land

View of the Hour #7 (3pm)

Hour 7

While Pearce sets up the slackline and Kendra masterfully collects four-leaf clovers, Mitch climbs into the higher reaches of our anchor tree to get a view of Ohlone.

The air here is chilling my hands, but Laurel’s are still warm.

still the plaza

Spring of the Hour #8 (4pm)

Hour 8

Kendra took to the slackline quite naturally, and Mitch continued his own training with it; Pearce echoed Mitch’s climb into the anchor tree; Laurel built a tiny hut out of sticks and bark; Hannah read Jack Kerouac and, at end, Mitch caught a koosh in his mouth.

poppa zit’s pizza

Catchup of the Hour #9 (5pm)

Hour 9

Mitch and Kendra left behind their notebooks while we went out, so they’re catching up on the last couple hours. Things we winding down here a little, perhaps, but the day’s not over by far.

aboard the drake

Face of the Hour #10 (6pm)

Hour 10

Here Pearce demonstrates his face of fury, powered by frozen mango, as we take down a patchwork Ganon in Nintendo. Frozen fruit has been a staple of Pearce’s strength for a long time – blueberries in particular – and he shared some with each of us as we sat here crowded in the living room.

radioactive, radioactive

Marksman of the Hour #11 (7pm)

Hour 11

Mitch asked us to name elements on our periodic table, then tested his marksmanship by pinning each one with a Nerf dart. Tungsten (wolfram), rutherfordium, iodine – no element is safe from Mitch’s shot.

And so our party departs! Time to shift gears.

don’t worry, do your best

Cast of the Hour #12 (8pm)

Hour 12

Cast change! Here are some old Berkeley friends, and their friends in turn.

mario chase

Shift of the Hour #13 (9pm)

Hour 13

And another change in cast, as we shift from video to board game. Teaching people to play games can be so frenetic sometimes – but it’s nice to see all these people again.

clashing rules

School of the Hour #14 (10pm)

Hour 14

We’re quickly driving these fish to extinction as we build our empires. If there’s anything we can learn from Seven Wonders, it’s that developing a nation can have drastic effects on natural resources.

plaza

Dash of the Hour #15 (11pm)

Hour 15

On to Faye’s German game Ligratto, a speedy sort of deal that plays just like Nerts, which was always a favorite of Anna’s.

Tristan and Faye seem made for each other in a sense – at our group picnics they were always the ones doing spectacular things, ridingn unicycles and juggling. It’s nice to see them together.

bananagram click

Telephone of the Hour #16 (12am)

Hour 16

This last hour we practiced the art of miscommunication in Broken Picture Telephone. Myles made the story more philosophical; I’m rather proud of my ghost walrus doodles.

I’m getting a floaty sort of weariness, so I better head home.

the humans are dead

Ride of the Hour #17 (1am)

Hour 17

The ride up to Rosie’s is a hard trek (though easier than it used to be), but downhill is such fun – the street is smooth and curves gently, and it feels like flowing down a gentle river or gliding in a dream. The lampposts here have a more classical design, and on nights when the fog is heavy everything has a lovely ambience to it.

byebye

Hours of the Hour #18 (2am)

Hour 18

I carried this notebook with me as I went about my day, scrawling each hour’s narrative whenever I didn’t have a keyboard handy. Some of the ink is smeared and hurried, and all these mistakes are soaked into the paper permanently. This last hour was for transcribing and preparing this post, and now the whole day is just about set.

The hope with hourly comic day is to capture a snapshot of your life, but today has been particularly busy – so many people appearing throughout the hours. In the other room several of Brittany’s friends are staying for the evening, but I didn’t ask to include them in this last hour – they’ve probably had busy days as well.

Today felt very different from my last hourly day two years ago, though both were lovely in different sorts of ways. Pearce is the only recurring role between the two; I wonder who will still be here next year.

the darkness of your heart

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February 2, 2014 at 2:59 am

Library of the Day #1870

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Library of the Day #1870

I’ve finally moved in all my books, so now the place can really feel like a home. For almost a year now I’ve been reading almost exclusively from an ebook reader, but I’d forgotten all the unread books waiting here for me. Picking up each one and searching for its spot on the shelf felt much like handling intricate desserts, and I”m terribly excited to chew through each delectable story in the coming weeks.

Most of these I’ve already read, of course, and I keep them as a lending library so I can show friends the little worlds most important to me. As I shelved each book, I could feel little fragments of the stories I’d read – the floating islands of Perelandra, the view of the bay in Earth Abides, the gratuitous laser beams and the beautiful cosmic rivers of Hyperion, the ravens of Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, the old biplane in Ubik, the well in The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, the quiet waters of Earthsea…

We’re made of the stories we love, and I keep so much of my mind sitting on these shelves.

high fives

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November 5, 2013 at 1:12 am

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Rhamphorhynchus of the Day #1609

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Rhamphorhynchus of the Day #1609

Dactyl is still here, and has been resting in the same spot for the past several months, head nodding gently against my dad’s ancient colossus of a dictionary. Disconnected as I am now from Emily and her family, it doesn’t seem quite right for Dactyl to still be living here by my bed, but packing him away would be worse. As it stands, though, he continues to highlight how people who were such a central part of my life are so distant now. It’s a dilemma, but it’s not Dactyl’s fault.

Give something a name and a little sentimental energy and it becomes essentially real, and fighting that feels like turning part of yourself to stone.

ghosts of people I’ve been

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February 17, 2013 at 2:52 am

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Transfusion of the Day #1408

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While I had the camera on him, Myles scratched his nose, then asked if I’d captured him in that awkward stance. I hadn’t – I was waiting for a good shot – but when he repeated the motion, exaggerated for effect, it brought smiles to both Emily and Tristan’s faces. It was almost as if Myles had given up all photogenic capacity so that his friends could have more.

I am very tired tonight, and my eyes are nearly stuck shut like a cat’s.

Alina sat beside me as I took this photo, and I’m sorry I couldn’t include her in it. Today was the first time I’d seen her in many months; it’s good to have her back, and to see this little group regaining some of its strength.

why should I even think of telling you what there is

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July 31, 2012 at 1:04 am

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Bed of the Day #1316

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This has been a weekend of work, teasing apart genomes and staring helplessly at connectomes, and now I return to a fresh bed to greet the new week.

The material I’m studying is interesting, and I’m glad to learn it, and it’s great to be productive, but for everything I do, something else must be left undone. I had to stay and tinker with the computer while Anna, Patrick and Lauren went on a hike, so I missed out on a bit of adventure. Still, I had plenty of pleasant distractions from my housemates throughout the day.

I worry a little about what sort of person I might become if I submit myself too much to work. It can be so difficult to balance things just right.

you are the blood

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April 30, 2012 at 2:00 am

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Sheep of the Day #1156

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Dactyl here is basking in the old-fashioned brilliance of a hot water bottle sheep, keeping warm in a bed that would otherwise be absolutely frigid this November night. Every time we go to bed we have to brave the cold sheets, enduring a few minutes in which we invest our body heat to make the bed habitable. On the coldest nights it’s a daunting endeavor, and makes it difficult to mentally prepare for bed.

Tonight, though, we are being clever, using this sheep as a thermal battery for the bed. We need no longer fear the chill of our own feet, and the blankets are suddenly an inviting place to sleep.

Something about manipulating the environment on such a basic level really appeals to me. It’s such a simple technology, too – just heat the water in a kettle and pour it into the bottle – but I’ve never tried doing this before. It’s much cheaper than turning on the heater, and so much cozier.

nerf chords

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November 21, 2011 at 11:37 pm

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Respite of the Day #1117

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Emily was perilously bookless today, so I revealed her birthday present a little early: Becoming a Tiger, by Susan McCarthy. It’s about how animals learn to be animals, and is full of lovely little stories of animals learning to understand the world and people learning to understand them. I studied cell biology while she read, and the book kept making her laugh – which is such a wonderful sound.

I have an exam on the morrow, so I’m going to let my aggregated knowledge percolate for the next few hours. Good night.

a Sunday smile

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October 14, 2011 at 12:13 am