No morning post. Late wakeup.

The simpler things get, spatially, the better, for me. I’m in danger of going overboard with clearing out at home. But the more things open up, the more I like them. I have an entire wall without anything infront of it now, just one big empty wall with one giant painting on it. It’s nice for now.

Clearing house. Trashing the nicknacks. It’s weird to think about that little thingy that was there for so long, now joining the container of leftovers from last night on a trip to the dump. You know the thing I’m talking about… that little thing that sat there, watching, being watched, for 3 years straight, for no reason other than to be there.

Its fixity was accidental, its presence was routine, and its removal was volitional.

I don’t usually have big groups of people over, do I need a couch? I don’t usually have big dinners, do I need a dining room table?

I guess too bare leads to creepiness when I do have guests over. If it’s too sparsely decorated, it might appear like I might not really live there. I wonder what that implies for personal decoration. That, sparse enough with the threads, the oddness might convey to onlookers that the person in that body might not actually live there.

There is something uncomfortable about sitting at a dining room table alone and eating a meal. I have a projector in my bedroom, as of about 2-3 months ago. It just suddenly felt like the right thing for that space. But now I’m not so sure. In the same way sitting at a dining room table alone to eat is odd, so too is watching a moving in an empty “theater”. Until you’re so into what you’re watching that it doesn’t matter. But when that happens, you might as well be watching on your iPhone.

It’s odd to watch netflix on your 3 inch iPhone (under your covers) when you have an HD projector that creates a 120inch image. Yet I do it all the time.

I’m at the uptown office today trying to make sense of some changes and challenges on the public health simulation project. It’s gotten fairly convoluted and if I’m not careful, senior management is going to want to peak in on these meetings to make sure we’re staying within the realm of what is possible to actually build. I would hate for that to happen.

Simulating reality isn’t the overall goal. Learning about reality by modeling parts of it is the goal. We seem to have some trouble sticking to that story for very long. We each have big ideas.

I made my own coffee this morning and it’s still with me, in my thermos. I’m wearing a new collar shirt that is quickly my favorite. My jeans smell a little like hay. My limmers are bored. My neck and shoulders are sore from training. My father is dead. My mother is alive. I am slightly hungry but not enough to move. I have aesthetics class at 4-7 and my group is going out to drink some beer and design our final project afterwards. There are four people in my group, two guys and two girls. One of the girls, a redhead who just finished undergrad, is an alum of my college. It’s rare for that to happen because the total school population has hovered around 1600-1800, which amounts to merely 400 graduates per year, worldwide. So that was a surprise. Since we learned of that connection, she’s texted 6 times for no reason other than to say hi. I’m not used to that and am never quite sure how to respond. The last time she wrote, “hey!” I just wrote “:)” She wrote that it was a great evening, wasn’t it and I didn’t respond. I wonder what will happen at beers tonight.

I can’t wait to go to my next dentist appointment, three weeks from now, because I’ve been flossing like a motherfucker.