Macau

Last night I took melatonin to help me get to sleep and I woke up this morning in a daze. All day with a diphenhydramine-like hangover, yawning and stretching out my arms until they'd click and crack. Then I get home and I get a second wind, and start shooting off e-mails, pacing and manic.

A mood is a mysterious thing.

Now I just turned on Flux on my computer so that should help things out a bit. It's real, real orange. I'm staring into a tangerine-tinted screen. Sing me to sleep computer. I will bore you with minutiae and my hypochondria until you sing me right to sleep.


I learned that one of the writers that I work with has an MFA from Iowa. He writes Prima Strategy Guides and occasional gaming tie-in pieces, and he's fast. Very responsive, which they all are because they all have to be. That's one thing you'll find with any freelance writer worth anything—they get back to you within minutes. Always. Even though they're hardly getting paid.

Toiling away. I wonder if it weren't for the fact that he's got kids going off to college, if he'd be crunching at his own novel. Maybe he his on the side. I hope so. Even if you're not getting paid much and you're just cranking out strategy guides, there's something to making your wage but having your credentials and your pride in your back pocket. It's hard to be depressed when you're useful. Even if you're just useful to a publishing house.


The other day I was talking to a person who self-described as a startup founder. Not a programmer, or a person who worked in technology, or even "I'm starting a company that...." He's living in San Rafael temporarily because his landlord in San Francisco rejected his all-cash offer to buy his apartment. He was careful not to say that he was living with his parents but it was possible to infer.

I asked him about his apple watch. He said it was dumb. But that he found two successful use-cases for it. When he's driving, he can answer the phone easily. I forget what the other one was.

He said he got it because he was hoping to build a Tamagotchi-like app for it when it came out, but then Tamagotchi made one. He said, the apple watch is just a V-1 product.

Remember Tamagotchis? That early attention-training, used to smooth a new generation's decline into iPhone enslavement. You could put a little pen in the back and reset it, birth a fresh one after the last had grown decrepit and filled the screen with steaming feces.

He told me about Macau, where he'd just been, he said. Macau is like Las Vegas but more expensive. He hopped around all over Asia for two months while programming and was able to do so at net-zero cost because of what he'd get from AirBnB on the apartment. I imagined him on a beach in Macau programming an app designed to fill the screen of your apple watch with little piles of shit when ignored.