Yuck, For a While
I've been grinding along the last few days because I've been sick.
This time, though, I've been lucky. Only three days for a respiratory virus, and I was even able to walk several miles today. Not quite back to normal, but not feeling terrible, either.
There are common sense precautions to take when you live here and that I stopped during the summer, like wearing a mask when you're on mass transit. This has been a good reminder to start doing it again. I'm not crazy about wearing a mask because it can affect the fit of my glasses, but it's far better than being sick.
Cup (Oct. 5, 2019--September 21, 2026)
It didn't look like this when it was new:
The tiny bit of black was an entire football-related pattern I've long since forgotten that wore away over the years.
It probably shocks you that I do the same things each morning, even down to using the same cup, as part of a habit train to get me into my study and writing. The cup was part of it, as I had my glass of tea (Gold Peak Zero Sugar Sweet Tea, nothing else) in it every morning.
Over the years, little flakes of black peeled away. It was an image, at first, and then it became hundreds of different images over time, less and less recognizable.
I kept it because it was the weekend Gloria and I went to Ann Arbor for Parent's Weekend when Eli 25.1 was just a freshman. Part of the weekend was attending a football game, and I saved the stadium cup. Hers, too, because I like cups that size for drinking water.
Our marriage was failing, but we were still together for Parent's Weekend, and no matter our troubles, we always united over Eli. It was the one thing we could always agree on.
I realized this morning that I don't have many things from when we were together. I don't have any jewelry because I don't wear any. Maybe a shirt or two, though I've long forgotten their provenance. Maybe a journal or two she gave me. Again, though, the provenance is fuzzy.
I still have the second yellow cup. But everything else is gone, and she is, too.
He Built This City
This is from the Museum of the City of New York website:
He Built This City: Joe Macken’s Model celebrates the extraordinary vision and dedication behind one of the most ambitious handmade representations of New York City ever created. For the first time in New York—Macken’s muse—the artist’s monumental model will be presented to the public at the Museum of the City of New York.
Queens-born artist Joe Macken began the project in 2004. Over the next 21 years, working first in Middle Village, Queens and later in Clifton Park, New York, he devoted himself to crafting a vast architectural portrait of the city he calls home. Built entirely by hand using everyday materials—including balsa wood, cardboard, and glue—the model spans 50 by 27 feet and comprises over 340 individual sections. It renders the city’s skyline, neighborhoods, and landmarks with remarkable precision, character, and imagination. Macken started with the Comcast Building at 30 Rockefeller Plaza, infusing its familiar form with details that signal his personal artistic vision.
He wasn't an artist when he started, just a guy. Here's an article about him: A Truck Driver Spent 20 Years Building a Miniature Model of New York City. Then, It Went Viral.
We went today (along with seeing Museo de Barrio, which was fantastic) and I took some pictures. You'll have to zoom in because the scope is so massive it's difficult to photograph.
The second image was taken zoomed in with my camera. Our neighborhood is actually in there, and I was even able to find our street. Incredible.
Around the first image you can see small information pages, and on one of them he explained that he only wanted to do one building at first (the Rockefeller Center, I think, though it was called the RCA Center then). When it was done, he decided to do one more. Then he just kept working, day after day. "It's just consistency," he said.
The Strand and Shigeru Mizuki
While Eli 25.1 was here, we all went to the Strand bookstore in Manhattan.
It's one of the most famous bookstores in the world, with an inconceivably diverse collection of books.
I focused on the graphic novel section, which was the largest I've ever seen. And it was there that I found Shigeru Mizuki's four volume history of Japan, covering the years from 1926 to 1989. It's relatively famous, and given that it was right in front of me, impossible to resist.
I bought the first two volumes and have almost finished the first. I can't recommend it highly enough. It's a dual narrative, both a general history of that time in Japan and a personal recounting of Mizuki's life. In the first volume, he's only a boy, and the stories are tremendously entertaining.
It's deeply informative, and the art style is terrific as well. Here's a link if you're interested (to the paperback edition, not the Kindle version, for obvious reasons: Showa 1926-1939: A History of Japan.
Ode to a Sign
if you blast gas
with your ass
close the door
and let it pass
Some of my finest work, really.
The Psychopath Roundtable
Psychopath
: a mentally unstable person
especially: a person having an egocentric and antisocial personality marked by a lack of remorse for one's actions, an absence of empathy for others, and often criminal tendencies
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Damn it, I didn't want to talk about this today.
I had no choice, though, after Sam Altman claimed losing control of AI was "keeping him awake" at night.
Sure, buddy. Sure.
The problem with interpreting anything a tech bro says is that they're often psychopaths, according to the definition provided by Merriam-Webster up top.
Jobs. Ellison. Zuckerberg. Musk. Altman. So, so many more. The tech sector is and always has been dominated by genuinely terrible people.
The single exception I can think of is Bill Gates, who has given billions and billions of dollars specifically to improve health in Africa, though even he is deeply compromised by Jeffrey Epstein.
This means that almost anything these people say is a lie, crafted specifically not to be honest, but to achieve an objective.
In this case, the logical way to interpret Altman's statement lies along three possible paths. First, the public backlash against AI (some of which is reasonable, and some of which is unfathomably stupid) is affecting the prospects of the Open AI IPO, so he needs to be seen as deeply responsible and reasonable as quickly as possible.
Second, that he perceives other companies are either catching up or ahead, and wants to regulate AI quickly so it's far more difficult for other players in the space to emerge.
Third, they're running out of money. Maybe the infinite money training funding development has run out of steam, and unless the IPO succeeds, they're cooked, taking the entire tech sector with them.
The problem has never been technology. It's always the people who control the technology. That's true whether it's railroads or robots or nuclear weapons or AI. As Walt Kelly famously said, "We have met the enemy and he is us."
A New Goal
We were getting ready to go to the U.S. Open.
"I was going to wear my monster socks today, but I guess they're not clean," I said.
"That's too bad," Eli 25.1 said.
"Maybe better for everyone. You'd be embarrassed to be seen with me."
"Dad, there is absolutely nothing you could do that would make me embarrassed to be with you."
"Challenge accepted," I said.
The U.S. Open is Stupid
One of the best tennis matches in years happened last night. Almost no one saw it.
The U.S. Open, for years, has stacked matches on the court (Ashe) with the largest capacity. They also schedule insufficient time between matches if you consider how variable the length between matches will inevitably be.
Yesterday, there was an almost five-hour men's match followed by an almost three-hour women's match--again, on the same court. This meant that the Alcaraz-Shelton match, scheduled to start at 8:30 p.m. (already too late), actually started at 11:00 p.m.
Are there any other world-class sporting events that have events starting at 11 p.m.? No, of course not. Not even in other tennis events is it like this.
The match, which was absolutely thrilling, ended at 3:30 a.m. By then, eighteen thousand of the twenty-four thousand people in attendance had left.
In the U.S., only in Alaska and Hawaii did the match end before midnight.
It's such an incredibly easy fix: don't schedule four consecutive matches on the same court when you get to the later rounds (this match was a quarterfinal). The next highest-capacity court (Armstrong) still seats fourteen thousand people.
How about using it?
Also, we're off to the other quarterfinals today. The day session, thank goodness.
Happiness
I thought about happiness yesterday.
What makes me happiest? What are the things in life that give me the most lasting sense of well-being? I decided to make a top five.
Swimming
Games
Being in flow state while working on a large project (book/game)
Going out to do things with C
Thoughtful/stupid conversations with Eli 25.1
Those are in no particular order.
Some of those are more accessible to me than others (Eli is much less available than swimming). And some have time limits (I can't play a game for too long or it turns into a negative instead of a positive). And they're not the only things that make me happy. I really enjoy talking to Mom 96.5 every day, for example.
I'm going to try to do these five things as much as I can.
I just wonder if being consistently happy is as simple as deciding what makes you happy and spending as much time on those things as you can.
ALS Ride
Longtime reader Ken P. does an annual ride to raise funds for the
ALS Network. He does it in honor of a friend with ALS and the homepage is here:
2026 Napa Valley Ride.
Please consider a donation and thank you.
Labor Day
Happy Labor Day, everyone! Here's a brief history, if you're interested: Labor Day: From Protest to Picnics.
