nicole @nicole@myna.social

Moody weather yesterday.

Goodbye, Nicole v45—I’ve upgraded to Nicole v46!!

Forty-five was an action-packed year. I want to call for less action in this next year, but I won’t because my diary is an addict.

Still sorting out how to photograph this city. 🫤

Apple has responded to our Pride theme by spotlighting Pocket in two different collections in the App Store.

I can’t overstate how much we appreciate that: making a statement like this invites a fair amount of hate mail; it’s incredible when a big player steps in to lend some support.

Pocket’s Pride-themed release is rolling out to 1% of users today.

This is the first of our themed releases, where we decorate the app inside and out with thematic colors and content.

I’m in the Mission, enjoying a post-Furiosa Wesburger.

I don’t enjoy these films so much as admire their alienness. This one epitomizes that distinction: amazement and boredom in equal measure. At moments, I was enthralled; at moments, I realized I’d been staring at my shoelaces for uninterrupted minutes while vehicles exploded above me. There was a moment I almost cried; there were entire acts where I felt numb. I was never excited, but these films weren’t made to excite someone like me.

The cascade of minor apartment advances: I bought a sofa and then a desk, then I hung some art, and finally I had friends over. I even baked popovers.

I need to sort out a few more things like refreshing the paint, and having cushions made for the window seats, but I’m starting to feel settled.

Or will, once I cycle out all the moving boxes that I broke down for recycling.

This is the sanguine expression of someone whose electrolysist is off taking her break. 😂

In all seriousness, I adore my electrolysist. I do’t know exactly what possessed me to take a selfie mid session, but I think it might have been because I was having fun in spite of the pain.

This photo isn’t quite up to snuff (it needs either a fore- or mid-plane subject) , but if I can figure out where I took it (random SF wanderings), I can start stalking it until I find what I’m looking for.

This tree asked me for a photograph.

Chibi’s first SF visit was a lot. But also a success.

Some ppl think I’m a man dressed as a woman. Surprise. I’m actually a woman dressed as a rubber duck. 🫰

Back at the house for some dog sitting this weekend and someone is protesting my plan to do laundry by nesting on it.

I miss you too, you little monster. ☺️

Gosh, I love scary trees.

Making a space mine usually involves a lot of this.

I have arrived. I spent the back half of today unboxing my new apartment. I need to buy some shelves for the pantry, a sofa, and a reading chair.

And a wine rack.

I really, really need a wine rack.

Chibi’s really here for the snoozing.

I won’t get to sleep there until Tuesday night: my partner’s in Dallas for the eclipse, and I’ve been sentenced to dog-sitting.

Oh, woe is me. 🥰

Moving day! I woke up at 0400 to finish packing, lost the permanent marker (found it later in my bathroom sink 🤷‍♀️), and ended up labelling the last few boxes with an eyeliner brush and some premium soy sauce.

The apartment has good bones, but needs paint, spackle, and drywall repair—it’s pretty shabby looking. But, hey, it’s my own place for the first time since my 1L year of law school (the only other time I’ve ever lived alone)!

Happy TDoV, everyone.

Everyone’s journey is different; all are challenging. Being seen for who and what you are inside, especially by yourself, requires hard labor. Along the way, you will sweat and you will cry. So too will those around you who have known and loved you the most, because the only inevitabllity of transition is change. And change is hard, regardless of which side of it you are on.

My heart to yours and to all those around you who are doing the work to see and be seen. 😘💋💋💋