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authorluxagraf <sng@luxagraf.net>2023-06-18 08:54:25 -0500
committerluxagraf <sng@luxagraf.net>2023-06-18 08:54:25 -0500
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## Second Spring
+Driving 1800 miles north in a week was like stepping back in time. Spring came and went in Florida back in early march. By the time we left Florida was well into summer, whatever the calendar might have said. Here in Washburn though spring had barely arrived.
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+The night we got in the overnight low was 34 degrees. The trees were mainly still bare, save the birches, which leaf out really early. The undergrowth was still spindly and the creek, which normally afforded the kids somewhere to play where no one could see them, was visible to the whole campground.
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+There was also almost no one in the campground save us, the camp hosts, and few other seasonal campers. We even mainly beat the birds up here. There were a few warblers around, some swans, geese, and ducks, but the resident merlins, and most of the spring warblers had not shown up yet, and there were hardly any flowers to be seen.
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+In two short weeks all that changed. Leaves came out so fast I swear the kids and I watched them grow one day. In two weeks the creek was hidden again. Unfortunately the mosquitoes also grew. Thicker than we've ever seen them around here. I was some small comfort to hear some locals say this is the worst mosquitoes have ever been around here, so far as anyone can remember.
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## A Cup of Coffee
One morning twenty-four years ago I went to work and found the coffee shop I worked at padlocked shut with an eviction notice on the door. Unsure what to do, I ended up going back home where I found another eviction notice on my own door. It wasn't the best day. I decided it was best to ignore it all. I went to the beach for the rest of the day.
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I am the happiest man alive. I have that in me that can convert poverty to riches, adversity to prosperity, and am more invulnerable than Achilles; fortune have not one place to hit me - Sir Thomas Browne Religio Medici
"You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough." --William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
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But as we struggle through this crisis of legitimacy, what is left over when the abstractions start to wear thin? When I decide I don’t want to become an opiate addict and need to find something else? What about when it’s more serious than just a headache – what if it turns out to be cancer, and I don’t want to follow the standard ‘cut, poison, burn’ protocol? For me, it sometimes feels like there’s only a smoking crater where my brain should be. My mind often feels like it’s just a collection of Other People’s opinions and regurgitated sound bites. Even if I do try to pay attention to my own experiences, what I am able to perceive is limited by my analysis of the information coming in to my brain, which is itself conditioned by the habits of thought I learned from other people and my society. I filter out the information to which I am exposed. So there really is no objective truth out there! -https://www.ecosophia.net/the-truths-we-have-in-common/#comment-17128
It’s when you realize that most of your opinions and ideas belong to other people that you can begin the central work of an age of reflection — the work of learning how to think your own thoughts, and assess other people’s opinions and ideas and your own with a set of critical tools that don’t depend on checking their fit to some collectively approved set of abstract generalizations. JMG
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First install the termux-api package with:
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-pkg install termux-api ~~~ This gives you access to a shell command `termux-clipboard-set` and `-get` so you can copy and past from vim. I added this to my Termux .vimrc and use control copy in visual mode to send that text to the system clipboard:
+pkg install termux-api
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+~~~
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+This gives you access to a shell command `termux-clipboard-set` and `-get` so you can copy and past from vim. I added this to my Termux .vimrc and use control copy in visual mode to send that text to the system clipboard:
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+That works for updating this site, but some sites I write for want rich text, which I generate using pandoc and then open in the browser using this script:
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#! /bin/sh
cat $1 \
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&& rm output.html
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-That works for updating this site, but some sites I write for want rich text, which I generate using pandoc and then open in the browser using this script:
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The one thing I have not solved is the capslock key. I am so used to having that set as both Control and Esc that I hit it several times a day and end up not only not running whatever keycombo shortcut I thought I was about to run, but also activating caps lock and thus messing up the next commands as well because they're now capital letter commands not lowercase. I've considered just prying off the key so it'd be harder to hit, but so far I haven't resorted to that.
Getting around esc as a Vim users is pretty easy, I just remapped jj to escape, but I constantly hit capslock thinking it's control. I've tried quite a few key remapping apps but none of them have worked consistantly enough to rely on them. Such is life.