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Not asleep

Awake too early thanks to bad dreams. Dreams of a screaming, fist-pounding, equipment-endangering outburst of frustration and then having to put back on the happy, untroubled face for my family so they wouldn't condemn or press for explanation. The only part remaining I can put into words.

Awake too early because I was awake and the sense of some dread, amorphous feeding presence made sleep too fearful. And because sleep had fled in the face of perhaps adrenaline. I would like to sleep more - I've been so tired - but must wait for things to pass.

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And the world rewards you for it

It’s not that I’ve forgotten how to self-care, it’s that I’ve actively dismantled my ability for it, not just for days, weeks, or months, but years. There was a moment during high school where I went, “if I’m only worth my ability to work, then to hell with how I feel about it.” I became not only a hard worker, but an obsessive, relentless worker that forgot about vacations and most concepts of working hours. If it had to be done, I’d be the one to do it.

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Archiving session

Studying records and archives this semester. The first assignment for this class is to put together a presentation for undergraduate science students who are skeptical of the value of archives. Sadly it looks like archiving is rather more focused on communicative human artefacts than the preservation of broader information objects. Otherwise, I had been hoping to incorporate this video from the American Museum of Natural History as an illustration of why this work is important to their work.

 

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Feeding the Monster

Social networks don’t want you to be able to block people. 

Imagine a social network as a the monster plant from Little Shop of Horrors. It doesn’t care about you, or your friends, or anyone. It just wants to be fed. How do social networks feed? By the posts, reblogs, follows, likes, profile information, and anything else you shovel into its gaping maw. 

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Of begging for death

Visited my grandmother yesterday, at an aged care home in the limbo between being released from hospital and having a carer arranged so she can be back at her home. I don't know how to put that together into a coherent package. She's in a bad way. She needs a walker even to stand up at the moment, which she didn't earlier in the year when we visited her at home.

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Ghostpocalypse

When I read this post on ghosts and zombies immediately I thought it could potentially make a really interesting story, if only I could think where to go with it.

Start with a zombie apocalypse scenario sweeping across the Earth, leading to almost the entire population of the world ending up as ghosts and... then what? The whole species having to decide "we've been wiped out, we're extinct but we're still here, now what do we do?"

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'Brief'

Derailed from plans day today. Washed the car to start with, as intended, but then largely meandered through the middle of it. In the evening the electricity went out for what turned out to be three hours. Batteries ran down fairly quickly thereafter which was a little annoying as there were plenty of things I could have worked on sans internet - stories perhaps, or some sort of blog post.

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