I can tell how important recreational travel is by how much I feel like I’m going to explode right before I go. It reveals how much I have been pushing, knowing when I finally get to depart and release.

As someone with a degree in chemistry (focusing on organic chemistry) I have big feelings about this professor being fired based on a student petition.

Last night I said to Elsa, “I haven’t had jury duty in a while…” and she shushed me mid sentence.

Today, sure enough, I got my summons.

There were early signs I would grow up to be the healthiest version of myself. For example, if I was reading a good book, I’d just walk around reading it during recess. This foretold that one day, I’d confidently read books sitting alone at a bar, just as the Lord intended.

The lighting off Capital One Arena last night made for a modern cinematic moment.

I need to have a manager’s chat with the Jason that writes the to do list Thursday night about the motivation of Jason on Friday morning to do those things.

Twelve more books to make my goal of 40 this year. It’s going to be tight.

I cannot break the bad habit of “yes I will eat between those two meetings!” and then getting completely absorbed in something that is not urgent and failing to eat in my nice, single 45 minute open slot for the day.

My days have been quite full lately. Not busy, full. In some ways, this is great and what I want. At some times, it’s pretty tiring. I’ve been building a new pace for my life over the last year or so, and I have a lot to learn about how to maintain it.

Paul Sun-Hyung playing a live action Uncle Iroh fills me up.

That sinking feeling when there’s 60 miles to go and Maps says it’ll take 2 hrs. Thanks, New York.

Me on Instagram: “oh that’s a cool looking bean bag chair for upwardly mobile millennials who want designed nostalgia…”

Clicks through

Holy shit $590.

Oysters should always come with freshly grated horseradish. Despite that oversight, these were excellent.

Having roasted (air fryer) crunch chickpeas was awesome. This process was not.

A lot of problems on my Mac after my recent upgrade were solved with xcodebuild -runFirstLaunch and xcode-select -switch /Library/Developer/CommandLineTools. This kind of stuff on macOS is just not a good experience.

Apple Pie and Pumpkin Pie are the best pies and it’s almost time.

Terrifying to be in my 30s and experiencing every day that we are not progressing, but instead, lived in a bubble.

I am “bump the text size up on my Watch” years old (also, my eyes are just plain shit).

My lowering resting heart rate is a great non-scale way to track my personal health.

Unrealistic things I hate on TV— slamming laptop lids shut when you’re done with something. No one does this. Ever. Stop.

“Your mouth said it’s ok, but your face says no way.” - me to Elsa.

This week in “cultural exchanges”— I learned my mother-in-law finds it strange I’ll just go into the fridge and eat a pickle.

What new bad habits should I pick up while I’m in Mexico City for two months. Right answers only.

Denver is going to save $100M by not disastrously expanding two highways and instead put the money toward transit. More. Like. This.

I guess now is as good a time as any to share one of my favorite covers of all time. Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me by Me First and the Gimme Gimmes