Watched: Doc Hollywood šæ
What a great, quaint, feel-good movie. It has been years since I saw it last, but still worth the watch. If you pay attention, there are a few subtle throw backs to Back to the Future in there.
#Movies #MichaelJFox
Watched: Doc Hollywood šæ
What a great, quaint, feel-good movie. It has been years since I saw it last, but still worth the watch. If you pay attention, there are a few subtle throw backs to Back to the Future in there.
#Movies #MichaelJFox

I typed this post using the Tot app and my new Logitech Keys-To-Go 2 keyboard with my iPhone. It’s flat as hell, but the keys aren’t bad at all. They’re pretty shallow compared to my mechanical keyboard, but they have more travel than the Apple keyboard I use at work and at home. It’s small and lightweight, and it’s still comfortable to type on. That’s especially true when my only other choice is the iPhone’s on-screen keyboard.
The keys feel a little firmer than I’m used to, and my ring finger and pinky are still adjusting. I’ve been making some typos, but that’s on me, not the keyboard. Next, I’m going to fold the cover under the keyboard to tilt it up a bit and see if that helps.
Could I use this keyboard for long stretches? Probably, but not as long as my mechanical keyboard at home. That’s not really what it’s for, though. It’s built to be portable and easy to pack, and it does that really well.
So far, yes. I wrote this whole post on it, and I’m glad I bought it, especially since I got it on sale during Amazon’s Prime Big Deal Days. At full price, it never made it past my wishlist.
#Keyboards #Logitech #TravelTech
I recently wrote a post about starting to use some old Field Notes I had in a drawer. Well, I just finished my first Field Notes pocket notebook (August 31, 2026 - October 8, 2026) and I’m excited about it. I don’t think I’ve ever filled a notebook from cover to cover. Ever. Sure, they’re thin (just 48 pages), but I’ve written in this one almost every single day. That’s worth celebrating, right?
I’ve come to really enjoy stationery. Notebooks, rollerballs, fountain pens, even pencils. For years before, they were just for fun. I never really used them for anything meaningful. So, my ideas were scattered everywhere. A new app would come out and I’d put some ideas there. Then another app would come out and I’d put some ideas there, too. I tried pulling everything into Apple Notes, with Obsidian for long-term storage. But those lived on my computer, which wasn’t always with me. They were on my phone too, but I didn’t want to pick up my phone. I wanted to take a little break from the screen. I wanted to shake up my routine and carve out some “me” time. The notebook gave me that. It gave me permission to slow down, reflect, and keep all my thoughts in one place.
Right now it’s a “Catch All.” I know some people keep separate notebooks for different things, and maybe I’ll get there. For now, everything goes in:
That tracker, by the way, is⦠not going well. I start tracking, forget for a few days, then try to remember what happened. Who knows how accurate it is. I put it right in the middle, where the staples are, after seeing the idea in one of Peter McKinnon’s videos. The notebook falls open to that page on its own, which is kind of genius. I might keep tracking things I want to remember, like my weight or blood pressure, but as a simple list instead of shading in a grid.
This is where my setup is probably different from most. You’d think someone with low vision would write as big as possible so they could actually see it. Nope. It’s the opposite.
I use an electronic magnifier. I slide my notebook under it, and on the screen my writing looks huge. But look at the actual page and it’s tiny. Even my wife, who has great eyesight, says it’s really small. I love it, though. It looks clean, organized, and a little technical.
Yes, that means I have to sit at my desk in front of the magnifier to write. That’s okay. That’s my time. For quick, temporary notes I use an app called Gravity, and I have other notebooks for scribbling. But over the past few weeks I haven’t needed to write anything on the fly. When I have ideas or things to say about my day, I make time to sit down and write them out in my Field Notes.
I don’t want to call it a routine. It’s more of a ritual. Don’t get me wrong, there are no candles involved. I just sit, slow down, relax, and write. And I really enjoy it. It is the equivalent of taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.
I tried pencils, even the 0.9mm Pentels I love, but they looked too light on the page. These are my two favorites, so far:
I started this notebook hoping it would help me slow down. What surprised me is how well that actually worked. It gave me permission, and the chance, to hit pause every day. Now that it’s full, I get to keep it. I’ll store it somewhere so I can look back on it later, instead of having it fade into the digital ether. Maybe my kids or my wife will want to flip through it someday. For now, though, it’s just for me. And I love it.
I’ve already gone back and opened it to random pages, and I’m like, “Oh yeah, that’s what I was thinking that day.” It reminds me of a quote from the writer Jessamyn West: “People who keep journals have life twice.” I don’t think of this as a traditional journal. It’s more of a daily note. Okay, fine, it’s kind of a journal, but cooler š.
I only had two Field Notes left: the Pitch Black edition I’m using now and one spare. I was afraid I’d run out. So what did I do? I ordered a bunch of cool-looking ones that were still in stock.
Here’s to notebook number two. And three. And four⦠YesI finished this one, but it is certainly not the end. It is just the beginning of, what I hope, is a life-long habit for me. Let’s see how it goes.
#FieldNotes #Writing
Finished Listening to…: The Odyssey by Homer š
Claire Danes did a great job narrating. Once I got past the first few hours of introduction, which were very informative, the book flew. Emily Wilson’s translation was very accessible and fun to listen to. If you are interested in listening to The Odyssey, too, I recommend this version. Going to watch the movie next.
“Wilsonās language is fresh, unpretentious and leanā¦It is rare to find a translation that is at once so effortlessly easy to read and so rigorously considered.” āMadeline Miller, author of Circe
I have been trying out all sorts of notebooks lately, and honestly, I have loved every single one I have picked. Traveler’s Notebooks in regular size, Midori pocket notebooks, the Plotter Mini 5 in pocket size, and an A5 Leuchtturm. They all have their place. Some live on my nightstand, others stay at my home desk.
The ones I reach for most, unsurprisingly, are the pocket notebooks. They are always with me, or at least far more often than the bigger ones. My Plotter pocket size was one of those, but it tends to live in my bag instead of on me. It has a metal bar along the spine, and I am just not comfortable slipping that into my back pocket and sitting on it. I keep picturing it bend.
So I went back to where I started: the good old Field Notes.
I even dug up a cover I used way back when. This thing has made the rounds through the whole family, from my son to my daughter and back to me. It is small, flexible, thin, and easy to fill up. Best of all, it lets me rotate different cover designs and keep things feeling fresh.
There was just one problem. I only had the black one you see in the photo above, so I started hunting for more options. And of course, I think they all look awesome. So for the first time ever, I subscribed to their quarterly offerings.
Here is what is coming my way:
Four surprise packs, one whole year’s worth of anticipation. I have a feeling I will enjoy these a lot more than the plain Jane ones I have used in the past. I can’t wait!
#FieldNotes #Notebooks #Stationery
I can’t believe it has been 25 years!
I had just graduated from college in May of 2001 and was still looking for a job. That morning, I was asleep at my parents’ house when my girlfriend at the time, now my wife, called to ask if I had heard anything about a plane crashing into a building. I told her no and immediately turned on the TV.
Smoke was pouring out of the upper floors of the North Tower. I watched as the news anchors tried to make sense of what had just happened. Was it a small plane? A terrible accident? Nobody knew yet.
Then, a little while later, a second plane came in low and hit the South Tower.
That is when everything changed. The first one could have been an accident. The second one meant we were under attack. That was the feeling, collectively, from what I remember. I think the country’s innocence, as we knew it, ended that morning.
My wife was working at a local mall and could not watch the news, but the rumors were rolling in. I tried to keep her posted as best I could, and it got scarier as the hours went by. Everyone was panicking. Someone even called in a bomb threat to the mall, and the whole place was evacuated. I remember being on the phone with her and hearing people crying behind her. One of her coworkers was hysterical, saying over and over that she just needed to go home.
Later, the horror kept coming when a third plane hit the Pentagon. Then, a fourth plane went down in a field in Shanksville, Pennsylvania, after the passengers fought back. Both towers collapsed, one after the other.
All I saw was mayhem on the news, and I could not peel myself away from it. I was not looking forward to any of it, but I felt like I had to watch. Young me felt I had been handed the job of keeping everyone informed, and I took it seriously. As if I were the guardian of the day’s events, and if I walked away, we would miss something. Of course, that is far from reality, but it was the only thing I felt I could do.
I watched for hours on end until I finally got so fatigued with seeing those planes hit those towers over and over that I had to stop. I turned the television off and forced myself to just sit in silence and process my thoughts.
Twenty-five years later, I still cannot watch that footage without feeling like I am a young man again, standing in my bedroom at my parents’ house with the remote in my hand.
Where were you on September 11, 2001? What do you remember like it was yesterday?
#September11 #NeverForget
Today is August 5, 2026, The āday afterā. I came home from a long, physically exhausting day at work, scrolled through “the socialz,” and everyone was talking about the same thing: Ray Bradbury’s short story “There Will Come Soft Rains.”
Jason Snell pointed out that the irony of setting up Home Assistant in his house today was not lost on him. Then I saw a few more posts referencing the story, and I realized I had no idea what any of them were talking about. So I went looking.
In the version published in The Martian Chronicles, it’s titled “August 2026: There Will Come Soft Rains,” and it follows a fully automated smart house going about its daily routine on August 4, 2026, ending with a lone surviving wall repeating “Today is August 5, 2026” into the ruins. Bradbury borrowed the title from Sara Teasdale’s 1918 poem, written during World War I and the flu pandemic, about how nature would carry on just fine without us.
I found a reading of it by Leonard Nimoy (Yes, that Leonard Nimoy) on YouTube, originally released on Caedmon Records back in 1975. I listened to the whole thing, every depressing second of it. It left me feeling sad because it reminded me that humanity can produce beauty, and yet so often we choose not to.
The scene that stuck with me the most was the side of the house where the paint had been burned away except for five silhouettes: a man mowing the lawn, a woman bending to pick flowers, and two children reaching up toward a ball that never came down. Everyday life, etched in paint and outlined in ash. Cheer, joy, happiness…. a snapshot of their final moments.
At the risk of sounding more pessimistic, remember that tomorrow is promised to no one. Instead of just feeling sad about that, I want to actually do something with it.
It’s easy to turn on the news and see nothing but gut-wrenching events happening around the world. But we are the reason the good and the bad happen. It’s easy to sit back, do nothing, and let life pass us by, but resist.
The great stuff in life is the hard stuff. If everyone on the planet could throw a 100 mile an hour fastball into the strike zone, nobody would care. It’s impressive precisely because it’s hard and almost nobody can do it.
Every single one of us is good, really good, at something. Go show it off. Make someone’s day.
#RayBradbury #ShortStories
Finished Listening to…: The Anthropocene Reviewed: Essays on a Human-Centered Planet by John Green š
This book wasnāt even on my radar until I had to order it for my daughterās summer reading assignment. It is definitely a stark difference between this book and Joan Didionās “Slouching Towards Bethlehem: Essays” that I just finished, not too long ago. This book was not all happy, but it was definitely optimistic. Apparently he wrote it during the pandemic in 2020 so Iām guessing it landed like a tall glass of ice water in the desert. There was a lot of nostalgic references here for me. Those, combined with his optimism, made it a real fun listen. Iām glad I picked it up and read it alongside my daughter. It motivated her to read it as well and not just treat it as a school assignment that she had to get over with. ļæ¼
Finished listening to…: Slouching Towards Bethlehem: Essays by Joan Didion š
This was a great book of essays, albeit, not always a happy one. It was a window into times and places that existed long ago, before my time. Didion’s writing is so vivid, that I can still “see” the portrayal of her experiences even after finishing it. The narrator, Maya Hawke, had a lot to do with this, of course.
I enjoyed the whole book, but the essays that resonated with me the most are:
#Essays #Books #JoanDidion
Often, my ideas come at random times and places and I need to jot them down before I forget them. I began looking for a quick solution to get my thoughts down, but I canāt use my phoneās on-screen keyboard comfortably for longer writing and I canāt always dictate. I wanted something as minimal as possible. I figured pairing the iPhone I always have with me with a small mechanical keyboard and the iA Writer app might be the way to go.
While exploring my options, I watched a video about the BYOK (Bring Your Own Keyboard) system. The concept is incredibly cool. You connect a wireless or wired keyboard to a dedicated little monochrome screen for a completely distraction-free writing experience.
The BYOK definitely has some attractive features. It is small in size and seems very portable. The screen looks high quality, featuring sharp text and excellent contrast for eye comfort. However, here is why I am sticking with my current iPhone setup:
Sometimes the best productivity tools are the ones we already have right in front of us. I totally understand that niche products carry a premium price tag to cover production, research and development. However, at $200, it is hard for me to justify the purchase. If it were priced closer to the $100 mark, I would probably be more inclined to buy one. Right now, I am happy with the current setup.
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#Minimalism #Productivity #iAWriter #iPhone #MechanicalKeyboard