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   rolling back entropy is addictive
Tuesday, July 31 2018
Today marks the 22nd anniversary of my online journal-keeping habit. I've failed to write about somewhere between 13 and 15 days in all that time.
I spent nearly all day continuing my work cleaning out and reorganizing the shop (and then the garage generally). The original scope of this project was just to make a space to receive the scrap leftover from building the porch. But the rolling back entropy is addictive, and I couldn't stop even after achieving my goals. I was being somewhat ruthless in terms of what I considered worthless wood scrap, and I was deeming so much of it woodstove fuel that I had to stop putting it in the living room and redirect it to the woodshed.
I had plenty of long pieces (longer than eight feet) of dimensional lumber, and it wasn't just leftover from the porch project. I had other projects I'd bought lumber for but never built. Since there was no room for this lumber except the floor of the garage (outside the shop area), I'd become expert at stepping on and over it over the years. But it was always a twisted ankle waiting to happen. So today I made it less of a disaster by sweeping up all the sawdust, leaves, and other debris amd then spreading out all the lumber flat on the floor, one 1.5 inch layer deep, like a floor made of planks. The result wasn't perfectly stable, but it was good enough to put other garage things on. It was also good to have all the wood laid out in a way where I could see it all and know what I had. Part of the problem with hoarding is losing track of the things you already have and then buying more. With bulky materials like dimensional lumber, you definitely don't want to be doing that.

This evening Gretchen made another soup, this one much soupier than yesterdays. She cut up polenta pucks into little cubes to act as dumplings, and it worked great.

Tonight before going to bed, I reacquainted myself with the PHP framework known as Laravel (which I've worked with in the past) in preparation for a technical job interview tomorrow. The problem with web technologies is that they are constantly changing, and to get the latest version of Laravel working, I had to install a new version of PHP. And to do that, I had to install a new version of WAMP server. And doing that required me to redo (and think about) configurations I hadn't had to deal with for years. The result was a localhost web server that ran Laravel great but that choked on some of my older code (such as Tableform, my homespun database visualizer).

I posted in the diaspora Slack to help recover from today's interview failure. Later, I decided I would be less of a zero if I made dinner, so I boiled up a pot of shell-shaped pasta and fried up some soy curls in soy sauce with onions. It was so yummy that, when she got back from the bookstore, Gretchen went back not just for seconds but also for thirds.

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