nicole @nicole@myna.social

Latest Pocket nightly has an experimental feature I’ve wanted for years: swipe-to-highlight. 🥰 It trades high-granularity text selection for convenience and speed.

I demoed this feature at a hackathon during my first month at #pocket _eight years ago_.

Now, it might actually ship. 😂

Okay. Fine. Time to stop stalling and go to #Rockridge. There will be tacos and Lesley Evers.

As a rule, I don’t do a lot of photo touch up. I’ll crop, correct geometry (like I would with bellows), and clean sensor dust. Beyond that, I try to do the art in camera.

I made an exception for this image, which is a proper image stitch. That invalidates it as part of my portfolio, but makes for a good “what I did in Japan” photo in the vacation slide show.

It was pretty cold out there, on the frozen surf! I’m impressed that the Leica gave me no grief about the weather.

I get a lot of grief from some people about my low contrast photos.

This 🍭 is for them.

Decided to take a step into adulthood and hire movers. Apparently, I’m not built for lugging boxes of books around anymore. 🥲

Things you forgot you photographed because the wind chill imparted memory loss.

Don’t even get me started on books: there’s a storage unit in Arizona packed full of them from when I moved to Illinois for law school in _2005_.

It’s going to be the same thing alll over again, here. 🙄

I’m taking art books, folklore (my personal jam), and whatever unread fiction I have lying around.

I also own a grip of video game systems.

There’s the RCA-modded Atari 2600; a Sega Saturn; a PS3, PS4, and PS5; a top-loading NES; a juggle of handhelds; two Switches (one Lite, one not); a Playdate; and literally _Every Single Console Analogue Has Ever Released_, from the original NT through the Duo. 😂

I’m ****ing insane. Unless you count Interactive Fiction, I don’t even play video games anymore.

The other thing I seem to have hundreds of are weird computer cables. 🙄

If it doesn’t terminate in USB-C, it’s gone. I only have the work laptop and the one pink iMac (leave me alone; it’s super cute). The desire to tinker with these things was put to rest years ago; I’d rather focus on my cooking.

Board games.

I own hundreds of them.

I don’t know why but pre-transition I obsessively collected them. Whatever that was, now they have effectively zero pull.

I won’t be moving with them, so I’ll need to either commit myself to the drudgery of selling them over time, donate them, or some subtle blend of the two.

But, for now, they sit on shelves in the garage, glowering at me. 😣

Packing up camera stuff to move. 🙄

I’m not a gear head. I own two digital cameras and two film cameras, and maybe six lenses between all four.

Each camera has a totally different utility, and I will probably put one or both film cameras to bed with this move. Voila, two digital cameras. 🪄

But I do studio portraiture.

And I plan to do more of it in SF.

This means I also have to reason about backdrops, lights, stands, umbrellas, snoots, reflectors, cards, … 🥺

Visited Super Nintendo Land when I was in Ōsaka. Last time I was there, it was under construction; you could see some of these props from our hotel window, under tarps in a parking lot.

The Mario Kart ride was utter trash. The weird pizza hand pie my friend had waiting for me when I emerged from the restroom, however, was delish.

Oh dear. Poor Things has confounded me. I love the dressing; I love the performances; I love the humor; I love so much of the message, and yet … I didn’t really care for it at all. 🙃

When I saw my mother last week, she tried to gift me a haggle of purses. They were all very nice, and very black, white, brown, and gray.

“You don’t like them, do you?”
“What gives you that idea?”
“Your coat.”

Moms!

Yes’m.