ptrck's notes, moods, and typewriter poetry

17 Sep 2021

Friday, finally! Letting off some steam with The Vega Bodegas' "All My Fish Are Dead". 🎵

16 Sep 2021

I feel like Nicholas Bate’s post, Writing More, Writing Better 7 spoke directly to me today. 📝

16 Sep 2021

After a whirlwind of morning meetings, chilling with Led Zeppelin’s “Nobody’s Fault but Mine”. 🎵

16 Sep 2021

I have watched Norm Macdonald deliver “the moth joke” a few times since his passing and laugh every time. 😆😢

15 Sep 2021

Had this on repeat for a couple loops, this morning. “Cup of Coffee” by Garbage. 🎵

15 Sep 2021

Macdonald once talked about an uncle dying of cancer, skewering how we now describe people suffering from that disease as “waging a battle” because that means the last thing you do before you die is lose. “I’m not a doctor, but I’m pretty sure that if you die, then the cancer also dies at the same time,” Macdonald said on Comedy Central. “That to me is not a loss. That’s a draw.”

via The New York Times. RIP, Norm Macdonald.

14 Sep 2021

The two “big” events for today were Apple’s “California Streaming” and the vote on the Gubernatorial Recall Election. Their contrasting juxtaposition is not lost on me.

The beginning of Apple’s stream was a love letter to California. It made me proud to call it home.

14 Sep 2021

Today’s mood courtesy of Courtney Barnett’s “Before You Gotta Go”. 🎵

14 Sep 2021

Why should we feel anger at the world? As if the world would notice.

~Marcus Aurelius

h/t Mike Crittenden

12 Sep 2021

Newsletter sent. In this one, I write about how the approval to move forward on a greefield project (at work) coincides with my growing interest in creating and further embracing Indiweb. ✉️

12 Sep 2021

I had something else in mind for today’s mood setter but, you know what? This is more fitting: Japanese Breakfast “Be Sweet”. 🎵

11 Sep 2021

Mixed and nuanced feelings, today. “Make It Better”, by Lola Tried. 🎵

11 Sep 2021

One of the more touching blog posts I have read in a while: Tyrant Lizard King by Audrey Waters.

10 Sep 2021

A Korean acapella group singing the soundtrack to Zelda is a niche that I proudly stan. Mood has been set. 🎵

10 Sep 2021

a picture of the poem, written on a typewriter

It rained during the night
Enough to make the ground damp
and the trees hopeful.
Enough to freshen the air,
cooling and cleaning
Clouds block the sun
a respite from the heat
Windows open, deep breaths.
Let us begin.

09 Sep 2021

Turn your ‘what if?’ list into a ‘to do’ list.

Wendy Suzuki, via NPR Life Kit.

09 Sep 2021

a picture of the poem, written with a typewriter

Wavelengths from the source
dissipate as they travel.
Yet as I travel
towards you, my wavelengths
strengthen, my sources
disappear, and my destination
moves along with the
Wavelengths
of you.

09 Sep 2021

Need a little boost, this morning. Looking at you Pete Bjorn and John’s “It Don’t Move Me”. 🎵

08 Sep 2021

Some mornings you make the coffee, others the coffee makes you. ☕️

08 Sep 2021

I’m not sure why this song was in my head this morning. I haven’t heard it in years. Settle in, today’s mood setter is 6 minutes 44 seconds long. “Someone Saved My Life Tonight” by Elton John. 🎵

08 Sep 2021

a picture of the poem, written with a typewriter

The bandage provides cover
to heal, protecting the wound
shielding it from view.
The visible indication
to others
saying "I am wounded
and I need time to recover"
An important indicator
yet a bandage is often
something we try to hide.

07 Sep 2021

Started watching Seaquest DSV (1993). 📺

A rewatch for my wife, first-time watch for myself. We're up to s1 e7, and while the series isn't great, I can see so much potential in what the show-runners were trying to accomplish.

07 Sep 2021

Late Summer dry air
with smells that call back to memories
of going to school.
Walking to the bus stop
To be ridiculed
for your eyes
for your otherness
Are these eyes really so different?
Am I the only one to see
the ignorance
the hate
Smells that call back memories
and now knowing that I have
moved forward.

07 Sep 2021
06 Sep 2021

This week, I read two poems that have stuck with me, Sarah Gillman’s “And yet still grow” and Elizabeth Bradfield’s “Plastic: A Personal History”.