Journal

I winnowed my inbox down to nothing yesterday, and the damn thing crept up to 19 overnight. Unfortunately, my email program has decided to play silly buggers and refuses to delete anything unless I mirror the inbox from my phone and do everything in basic HTML

Fortunately, Gmail has a “my internet is ass and I’m basically on dailup” version of its interface for just this situation.

But it makes me wonder what folks will actually do in Australia in the unlikely event we do get locked down on a two-week quarantine. Our internet is vaguely shit at the best of times–last year, we could tell when new episodes of Game of Thrones started because our connection ground to a halt.

I do not think it’s built for the number of folks who may be asked to telecommute, entertain themselves, and generally search out important information if a mass lockdown actually happens.

It almost makes my pile of unread books feel like a virtue, you know?

On our first morning in Adelaide, my beloved sent me out to the local market to procure us some breakfast. “Grab some fruit and hommus,” they suggested, “we’ll avoid the exorbitant buffet charge.”

And lo, I went forth and acquired grapes and pears and hummus from the local Romeo’s market. And, because I am me and they were weird as fuck, I brought back a terrifying tray of Jam Donuts which appeared to be a regular cinnamon donut cut in half so the cream and jam could be piped in.

The weirdest damned approach to a jam donut I’ve ever seen. I cannot see any way it would be less effort than the usual way, but it definitely caught my attention.

In any case, today is a regroup day. Inbox is sitting at 89, which is at least 83 emails over my comfort zone, and I’d like to winnow that down after finishing the day’s wordcount.

I often joke about treating my phone and bullet journal as externalised parts of my memory, treating it like a new phenomenon. Truth is, it’s been a habit ever since I first got bookshelves, where there’s always a short chunk of shelf space given over to references for projects I’m working on.

Case in point, a short stretch of books that have inspired sections of the thesis or upcoming blog posts: