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  <subtitle>a log of everything and nothing in particular, since 2026</subtitle>
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  <updated>2026-09-27T06:47:03.000Z</updated>
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    <title>the part where I explain the bookshelf</title>
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    <updated>2026-09-27T06:47:03.000Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Rearranged everything by color today instead of doing the thing I was supposed to do. It looks incredible and finds nothing in under four minutes. I regret zero percent of this decision. Related: if you want your read copy of a book back, you should probably ask before October.&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>three things about tuesday</title>
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    <updated>2026-09-20T03:02:11.000Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;One, the printer at work has apparently unionized and is refusing all print jobs on principle. Two, I finally fixed the router thing that&#39;s been bugging me since March, and it took four minutes and one Reddit thread from 2014. Three, I have opinions about the new coffee place and none of them are good, but I&#39;ll be back tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>a bad idea, followed through on</title>
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    <updated>2026-09-10T05:31:47.000Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Told myself I&#39;d just look at the guitar. Left with the guitar. This is apparently who I am now, a person who owns a guitar and cannot play it, which puts me in excellent company. Lessons start next week, allegedly.&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>notes from the parking lot</title>
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    <updated>2026-08-31T01:14:29.000Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sat in the car for twenty minutes after work because the radio was doing something good and I didn&#39;t want to go inside and lose the thread. Worth it. Also, the raccoon behind the building has a name now. We didn&#39;t discuss terms, but I think we&#39;re friends.&lt;/p&gt;
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