John Scholvin

John Scholvin

still can’t fit a half-stack in the trunk

30 Dec 2020

emergen-c

Late yesterday I got an email from FedEx notifying me I was getting a package from “Ragnar Trail Atlanta” sometime today. It weighs three pounds. No other information available. My eyes rolled all the way up into my head. My skin flushed ...
27 Dec 2020

mañana

I came across the complicated TODO list tracker I was using before all this came down. Like a bug in amber, there it sits in a unearthed, forgotten Apple Note to remind me of what was a priority in early March of 2020, both home and away. For the yea...
06 Dec 2020

milestones

I find it darkly amusing, if you’ll forgive the adjective choice, how many otherwise thinking and compassionate people, the kind who would never dream to make fun of anyone’s physical or mental health conditions, absolutely dismiss suffer...
22 Nov 2020

sunday seven 20201122

I confess I’m feeling something like writer’s block lately. Not because I don’t have ideas I want to explore, but because I find myself overwhelmed by the political and epidemiological crises that are unfolding around us. My thought...
16 Nov 2020

series finale

My fourth attempt to grow a lemon tree in a pot, while far and away the most successful in the series, appears to be tracking to a denouement in the compost bin as did the other three before it. About a month ago, the edges of some leaves started t...
10 Nov 2020

chaos

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in over thirty years as an engineer, it’s something like a nerd’s refactoring of the Maya Angelou quote: when you see a problem in a system, believe it. A strange message in a log file, a sque...
04 Nov 2020

self soothing

I’m usually pretty bad at predicting the future, but I nailed one thing this year: knowing I needed to take today off from work because I wasn’t going to be in any kind suitable mental state for it. I wasn’t entirely sure if I was g...
01 Nov 2020

sunday miscellany

I’ve never lived through a hurricane. In the Midwest, the natural disasters come at you too fast to do anything but run down and hide in the basement. You don’t have a lot of time to prep, or to fret. So I can only imagine what it feels l...
29 Oct 2020

what's the game here?

charlatans Another post about the blog infrastructure itself. I know. But the events of the larger world are a little too overwhelming to get my arms around at the moment, and my beloved White Sox hiring a walking, talking Blue Lives Matter flag f...
27 Oct 2020

onward

It’s a little hard to tell exactly when I started, based on the half-gigabyte dataset which I have to navigate without any signposts other than filenames and JSON tags. I’ve gathered this: I made my first friend on May 26, 2007 (yo, Ken...