nicole @nicole@myna.social

Watched Blue Hawaii—the Elvis Hawaii movie—last night.

Another fascinating example of cultural drift, this one rises to the level of Dadaism.

Nothing anyone does or says makes any sense. Motives and mores that don’t feel so much dated as foreign. Watch it sideways, watch it upside down, watch it any way you want: it’s barely intelligible alien quirk.

Elvis’ makeup enhances this unwordly effect by reducing his face to the specular sheen of a Toy Story character.

https://boxd.it/1Hka

More importantly: I came away. Now I’m sitting at SFO with a glass of wine and a boarding pass.

I just wrapped up a very short work week with a subset of my Pocket peeps. There’s lot of hard earth to till, and we definitely sweat for our progress, but I came away impressed and inspired by my coworkers. 🥰

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.

There are days where I lift mountains, and find myself screaming, “more, more, MORE!” And then there are days where I barely manage to move a jellybean halfway across the surface of a table, and I’m ready to collapse.

Today’s a jellybean day.

Somewhere around 03:00 this morning, during a particularly fretful bout of sleeplessness, I discovered Girls Aloud.

Chibi’s really here for the snoozing.

I watch anime. I’ve been watching anime since there was anime to watch. These days, I’m usually bored by it (see, watching since there was anime to watch), but I persist because every once and so often I’ll find one that grips me, and then I’ll spend an entire weekend binging (and probably crying).

Six episodes in and #frierenbeyondjourneysend is feeling like one of these. We’ll see if it holds: they have 22 more episodes to screw it up.

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. 🥰

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. 😘💋💋💋

Okay, so more moving talk. I was planning to not have a television or projector setup in the new apartment, partly because background streaming is a mind killer, but also because I just want to get back into the habit of reading. (And also, also: one less gizmo to distract).

But.

But.

I have a Commodore 1084 CRT in the basement … 😳

When someone sends you a photo and you immediate associate it with the palette of a promotional flyer for a 1980’s arcade game you never played.