Melody Without Words

The weekend was genuinely dull. Friday night Becca and I started a thousand-piece Pirates of the Caribbean 2 puzzle while watching South Park and a show called Late Knights, which was funnier than it had any right to be. She held up stoically through what was, objectively, a fairly misogynistic programming block. Respect.

Saturday nobody was around. Spent it in front of the screen and down various internet rabbit holes until my ass went numb. I’ve also been building a new site, which has a very specific problem: it looks great and has absolutely nothing to say. The design is locked—the whole visual logic is right—but there’s no subject. It’s like finishing a melody and then realizing you have no words, and the feeling of the tune keeps slipping away every time you try to pin it down with language.

Sunday was grilling. I can’t eat much at these things—mostly potato salad and bread rolls—but I found out that Aydee is also vegetarian, which felt like a small victory I couldn’t entirely explain.