Journal > Dispatch #22 (December 2024)

Posted 2024-12-04 under #dispatch

I lost my notebook. I’ve been keeping a Bullet Journal-style notebook for the last several years. It’s got everything in it: my daily log, journal entries, short- and long-term todo lists, all my upcoming events, meeting notes, woodworking plans, everything. And I lost it. I brought it to a 1-on-1 meeting with one of my guys at a local bar, and then rushed out to make it to daycare on time, and somewhere along the way, I misplaced it.

Once I realized it was missing, I retraced all my steps from that evening, thinking maybe I’d left it on top of the car, but no luck. I was on grief stage four, wallowing in depression, when I stumbled on an article on Daring Fireball that’s really about Trump’s victory, but that uses his father’s lost wedding ring as a framing device. It hit … hard.

But that story ends on a positive note, and guess what? The next morning, I got an email from a kind soul who found my notebook on top of a parking meter, and got it back that afternoon. The first thing I did when I got home was to order an AirTag and a little holder to attach it to the wire binding. Never again.


We ventured to upstate New York to spend Thanksgiving with my sister and her family. Ended up skipping the Troy Turkey Trot – it was miserable out, though I wish I’d just gone for it. The trip was a perfect way to welcome the winter – cozy, snowy. Sarah Beth & co. were wonderful hosts.

Two adults and four children sit together on a gray couch, with an open picture book across their laps. One adult holds a toddler, and the other holds a baby. Colorful artwork, toys, and stacked cushions fill the background. Two young children in winter coats and boots stand on a snow-covered wooden deck with their hands near their mouths. Snow covers patio furniture beside them, with trees beyond a red railing.

A child in a tie-dye shirt and an adult in a navy sweatshirt cut small yellow potatoes on separate wooden cutting boards in a kitchen. A smiling toddler holds a smiling baby’s hand while sitting on a patterned rug. The baby lies on a blanket, and an adult sits nearby.

I loved this quote from Freddie DeBoer about what he’s thankful for:

Thanksgiving. No commercialism or materialism. No overt religiosity. No stress about getting the right presents. No pressure to find a cool party like with Halloween. The weather of late fall, the natural rhythms of harvest and feast before the winter, the pleasure of a holiday devoted to the concept of being grateful. The football, the family, the food. The after-meal nap. The wonderfully laidback nature of the whole affair. My favorite holiday.

I’ve outgrown the music setup I built a few months ago, and ordered a three-tiered rack to hold my synths.

Three electronic keyboards, a sampler, and a pad controller on a tiered black stand against concrete block walls, with headphones hanging from the left side. A young child wearing headphones and a pink-and-white striped shirt smiles while touching an electronic music controller with illuminated buttons above a synthesizer keyboard.

This has been a ton of fun – I can play chords on the Prophet with my left hand, melodies on the Bass Station with my right, drums + sequencing with the Circuit, and then the SP-404 at the end for effects. Next up: build a simple workstation, add a mixer and MIDI interface to drive more instruments.

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