Something that really bothers me about my Canon RP mirrorless is that the bokeh in the digital viewfinder and display is completely non representational of your aperture setting. Pictured here is the display vs. the actual photo. Makes me just a little bit crazy.

First ever solo trip with my son tomorrow, heading cross country back to the Great Lakes State. Looking forward to seeing family and friends.

Did a good bit of cleaning up around the front garden beds this morning and fixed a sprinkler that my wife ran over with the lawnmower.

My son always likes being by my side when I’m working on stuff, especially when it involves water. It’s sunny and pretty hot out, so we decided to get a little wet testing the sprinklers :)

I may have messed up my Micro.blog? Am I still showing up in the feed? Can someone comment if you can see this?

I thought I transferred my mastodon followers to mastodon, but does that also include your Micro.blog followers? I’m confused, lol.

One of the best things about journaling is that you can start off on a path thinking you know where it ends, only to arrive at a completely different conclusion. Very cathartic at times.

Looking at the LinkedIn profiles of people I went to grad school with can be incredibly deflating. My own personal experience with career has been one of roadblocks and wrong turns.

Currently reading: Incognito by David Eagleman 📚

Connected my Micro.blog bookshelf to Libby. Can you tell I have a 4-year-old? 📚

Perhaps I’m being a little too sensitive, but yesterday a superior of mine told me to tuck in my shirt, and it offended me.

I was dressed in navy chinos and a nice button down shirt, but I’d been at my desk for almost 8 hours and wanted to be comfortable. I was preparing for a televised night meeting where I’d present in front of a government body.

I’ve led these hearings 8-10 times per year for going on six years now. I have never, not once, not tucked in my shirt for a public hearing.

So looking forward to watching Season 2 of The Bear when I get back from my Michigan trip next week. My wife has to catch up on S1 while I’m away.

Thank you, Andy!

6 years ago, I proposed to my wife on a hike at the top of Cape Perpetua. The Oregon Coast is full of great hikes with dramatic views. Another one of my faves is Cape Lookout. @Monday 🥾

Waiting for a the doctor to fit us in.

Someone is tuckered out.

We have an annual pass for the Oregon Zoo. We can hop the train from our house to avoid the parking hell.

Farmers Market. Gorgeous day out here.

One super shady practice by Oregon realtors is the almost universal inclusion of unfinished basement space in the overall square footage in home listings. I often see houses listed at double their actual livable square footage. Buyers should do their due diligence and get the actual livable area from the county tax assessor. Often this info is public and sometimes it’s online. In the Portland area, you can look up any property at Portland Maps.

My property abuts two roads that don’t connect. My yard is often the shortest path between two points, for kids coming and going to school, or adults trying to catch a train at the MAX station.

My camera catches people cutting through my garden all day. Recently, some kids trampled my acorn squash.

Instead of putting up a fence, I decided to clear away some landscaping for a path around my garden. It doesn’t take a degree in urban planning to know these two roads should’ve connected.

I’ve never been much of a pop music fan, but I can’t help but rock out when Try Sleeping With a Broken Heart by Alicia Keys comes on.

I grew up in a very poor neighborhood in Saginaw, Michigan. I lived in a 900 square foot house with 7 other people. 3 bedrooms and 1 bathroom.

My mom was a teenager when she had me. My mother and I, and later my two brothers, all lived with my grandmother, also a single mother, who still had 3 kids of her own at home.

Yet, by some stroke of luck, our part of the neighborhood was included in a very good school district. Six houses separated us from a very poor inner-city school.

Sometimes, I’m amazed by what some of the neighborhood kids grew up to become given their home environments, …

Apologies for swapping instances, yet again.

My waffling stemmed from an inability to cross-post to my own instance from Micro.blog.

I’ve ultimately decided to go with a different host, so I’m hoping this one sticks.

I didn’t get to drywalling the kitchen ceiling yesterday. As I was squaring up some existing drywall in preparation for placing the patch, I noticed another small leak in the drain pipe below the master bath. My wife was just finishing up giving the kids a bath, and a small amount of water was coming out from the top of the P-trap. This appeared to be an error the plumber made when they built my house. Small annoyance, but I’m glad it showed itself before I closed things up. Homeownership, man.

Me: Stands for 6 straight hours working on drywall and plumbing in a ceiling

Apple Watch: “Time to stand!”

“Sympathy for the Devil” is kind of a mess, musically. A beautiful mess.