Adam Vos — more bread, photo, recap, retrospect
In this case, I ended up with a nearly perfectly circle-shaped loaf of bread, 9" in diameter and 1" in height. Didn't make the best sandwich bread, it was a little awkward to spread peanut butter on, and it tasted a little off, too. I'll make this work better next time, for sure.
By the way, this "Gallery Remote" utility I installed on my computer is making it easier to upload photos from my hard drive to my photo web site. Amazing how it gets done a lot more consistently when it takes less effort. Now all I need to do is streamline the transfer of photos from my camera memory card to my computer. I remember seeing advertised some memory card with built-in wi-fi that does the photo transferring thing automatically. If only I had the spare income and I trusted the technology.
Recapping recent happenings... My fourth of July evening this year was spent in generally the standard fashion. There was observation of fireworks involved, although this time I enjoyed the luxury of a friend's studio space-- a somewhat high-up indoor perch with large windows facing the city's fireworks display, where we were able to observe both the main show as well as several brief non-sanctioned illicit private fireworks showings within the span of our expanded horizon... all with the indoor convenience and without the mosquitoes, crying children, and other pests.
Hours are increasing a little bit at work, which is quite nice; hopefully this trend continues. Hours this holiday weekend involved some additional behind-the-scenes responsibilities, and that's something that I enjoy. It's even more enjoyable to work at my own pace during the overnight shift since there's nobody else in the way taking up space in the production rooms and such. Have three different things going on in three different production rooms? No problem. Love of multitasking.
So, after I wrote my previous journal entry a few nights ago, I logged on LiveJournal and decided to glance through some of my older entries, archived from as far back as 2002 or 2001 or so (it's been going for a while, even if I've been inconsistent in the frequency of my entries). I glanced specifically at entries from one or two summers I spent back-home-from-college a few years ago, and it made me depressed to read it.
Those two summers were periods of time during which I had not much going on in my life to occupy me, when I fell into some pretty depressed periods. I think those entire summers ended up being two long, depressed slumps of their own. It made me depressed just to glance back and read about it. Not sure why I had to go back and read... I was simply logged in and must have had some twisted feeling of nostalgia. I must like torturing myself.
It made me sad to read about it and, in a way, re-live it in my mind's memory. Those were some pretty unfortunate spells. Nothing horrible happened; it was simply a lot of nothing. I was back home living in the middle of the country with my parents, having absolutely nothing to do with myself. Few and sparse friends, no job, nothing I was working toward, and not a whole lot other than a glacially slow Internet connection to entertain me.
I glanced through a number of entries before snapping out the dive downward after I started realizing how those summers are so much different than my current life situation, even if things right now aren't perfect. My life right now is worlds better than then, even though I am very much the same person. Amazing how I still find ways to possess just as negative a perspective. I now have social connections I didn't have back then. I live within a sense of community now, as flawed and at-times unreliable as the community may be. I have a job to occupy me which I enjoy quite a bit and gives me a sense of purpose. I have a couple projects to keep me occupied. I have goals I'm more-or-less working toward, as slow as the progress is.
I had to jump out of the narrow vision into my past to see how positive for me things are now. And then I got all happy and giddy, started day-dreaming happy day-dreams for myself... and then I found it to be two or three o'clock in the morning and I couldn't get to sleep. I salvaged one and a half or two hours of sleep before I had to go to work that morning, early. I survived.














