nicole @nicole@myna.social

Every day where I wake up and I’m not moved to my new apartment in the city feels regressive.

I am ready to be gone.

Only, I’m not _actually_ ready, because I still have 10-20 boxes to pack and furniture to be moved to the basement staging area. 🙄

And a car to be packed with wine, keys to be obtained, art to manage, ... _things_.

😒

It's Monday; I'm bringing the pink today. 💖

Acceptable photos of me from Japan. I bought the Lesley Evers Strawberry coat for the trip. Now I own it in 3 different colors. 😂

San francisco at dusk.

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. 😣