Saturday was one of those two-sleep times, up and active at 3am, back to sleep on the sofa, finally up late. The last grasp of the COVID vax, with chills, complicated things a bit.
But I got a load of laundry done, this hemming finally finished
It's the linen panel I dyed and stamped and hung in the passthrough between kitchen and living room in summer.
It blocks the western summer sun from shining in my eyes when I sit on the sofa, and blocks some heat, too. It's been waiting for hemming for about two years. One of those jobs that took about ten minutes in the end.
And I planted the bulbs for late spring blooming next year
They're blue Jessie Starflower, and I'm hoping for a succession between daffodils and day lilies.
I finished my little weaving
Picked them for maybe the last little bouquet of the year
Created a couple of brief videos including geese overhead
I seem to have done quite a bit on a day I'd thought was mainly sloth.
Sunday was Big Quiche day.
I have an easy way to reduce vegetables, such as spinach, seen here, or other leafy greens, to small bits. I freeze them then just pound the bag and the leaves shatter into tiny pieces. Fun, too, punching and working off frustration on innocent greens
And here's the current reading, at least one of the books I'm deep into
It's a very readable, fairly terrifying insider view of early Facebook. She was a young new Zealander, interested in working there, seeing FB as the political tool of the future, after working at the UN in back rooms on documents which seemed to achieve nothing.
She pretty much forces her way in, and is dismayed to find the principals, Z, Sandberg et al, clueless about the future, seeing FB only through the lens of a business model of endless growth and accumulating wealth.
In some ways they're so narrow they're stupid. In others they're like the characters in Gatsby, wealthy, uncaring, breaking things, doing anything that will increase membership numbers.
They focus on communication with no interest in what's being communicated. The algorithm is king. It's a documentary which reads like a horror story. But it's readable.
I have only contempt for Z and his products, but I'm reading because I need to know better what they are and why.
Happy day, everyone, do/build/weave/cook/video/read all the things. Or maybe just postpone them, life's short.























































