Monday night. The Star Link is still down completely. The hotspot is about two gigs away from slowing to its barely usable overlimit crawl. Either way, the problem solves itself after Four. More. Full. Days. Because that’s toward the end of Elon’s shipping window, and because my phone gigabyte limit rolls over as Friday turns into Saturday. Taller clover, but until then, a severe and austere digital life. Monkish like the real one.
The damage might do me good. In one very important way it already has. Without this disaster, I never would have gone looking for fresh podcasts and I might never have heard Peter Bauer.
Episode 27: Day to Day Rewilding
Blew me away … a thing I haven’t said in a good long while.
You might enjoy.
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My kitchen is all torn apart Like Carrier’s Proverbial Drywall.
It will come back together much more functionally. Already I’ve stripped out a box of my own B and C list stuff, a box of hers, and a crate of food I will never eat unless they close down the grocery store and the burrito place. There’s still far too much, but I am
Winnowing.