All posts in my day.

  • Week in the life, Day 3

    Summary: Work, watched Swiss Army Man, drinks, what the youths call “chilling”, and more work.

    People talked to: Katie, Sarah, Vinita, Grant, Joseph, Dina, Chris, Gil


    Sitting on my bench, texting Sarah on my way home.

    Day 3, Tuesday

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  • Week in the life: Day 2

    Not really convinced that this is a great idea, but thought I’d at least carry out a work day. I can’t imagine this being entertaining to anyone. The summary of yesterday was: I went to work and then I went to bed.

    And if you are on some sort of reconnaissance mission, I should note that this is not representative of what it’s like for everyone at work, or even for me everyday, so don’t get that impression. It’s just busy right now.


    Me at work yesterday

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  • Week in the life, Day 1

    I have been thinking about writing a lot recently. Because I have realized with sadness that a a month has gone by without so much as a howdy-do. But as I sat on my couch this evening, I also thought that I didn’t feel like I had anything to share. Sometimes I feel exhausted from the week and I don’t feel like I can do recreational thinking anymore. At least no thought longer than a tweet.

    So I thought I would just describe my days for a week in excruciating detail to you. And then maybe you’d be like “ah yes, I’m not missing much.”

    Sunday, Day 1

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  • Empty pictures

    Hi. It’s me.

    I’ve been away, but okay.

    I’m sorry, but in May I didn’t have the energy to write anymore after work (which was usually late o’clock anyway), nor the desire to look at a computer during my free time.

    I also went to Barcelona.



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  • Vancouver in a few photos

    Last month I popped over to Vancouver for a weekend with a friend. Here are some moments.


    biking through Stanley Park


    walking along English Beach


    lot’s of great food


    visiting Grainville Island on a foggy day


    popping over to the art gallery for the exhibition on mashups


    the gorgeous Capilano (suspension bridge) area


    new memories

  • When nothing was the same

    That six years post yesterday has made me think about a lot about my relationship with time. I’ve heard people describe the way they’ve evolved throughout their life as: “I have a deep core of me. I might change a lot on the surface, but the light of my truest self appears in the shadows.” I was trying to think about the events that have impacted my life the most and I think that maybe I am the opposite way.

    I think maybe I’m just a soft fleshy shell-human—cold, hollow, and awkward—and it’s the flavors and spirit of all the people I’ve met that my friends really like about me. I’m just the vessel for the best experiences that have been shared with me. Like, I’m just a user researcher: I observe patterns and ask good questions so that you feel like you like me, but you really like what it reflects back to you.

    I mean, maybe. This is just some thoughts I had because I realized it wasn’t really events that have influenced me the most, but people I have met. That screenshot at the beginning is from the ever-articulate Matt during one of our conversations when I first moved here. It really captures this emotion that’s created when we compare our lives to the stories we see in the movies. Upon recent reflection, however, I see that I’m fortunate enough for me to have already met a handful of these people.

    With probably some further ados scattered throughout, here are some of the things I thought have had the biggest impact on my life:

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  • Hello, World! no. 734

    Today is my blog’s 6th birthday and post number 734.

    I remember sitting in my yellow room in Wyoming—hunched up on a cheap chair on a particleboard desk at my HP computer—setting up a blog. An automatic “Hello, World!” post and example comment is part of every new install.

    It was my junior year of college. I was procrastinating because I was excited about about my first trip to Europe. So I set up a blog. This would begin a long saga of promising to write things that I never would, infrequent posts full of typos, and me becoming a wordpress expert among my friends. Cheers!

    I was thinking about all the things that have changed in 6 years:

    • I’ve had 9 addresses in five different states (not including times I’ve had to moved back home to transition)
    • I met Katie, Sarah, and Grant, who I now talk to every week.
    • I’ve traveled. A lot.
    • I’ve gotten two degrees. (Worked full-time twice!)
    • Had 3 Friendsgivings in New York.
    • 2 car accidents (and have pretty much stopped driving now)

    There is so much life packed into those humble little bullet points. It makes me wonder if (or speculate that) there eventually becomes a span of six years where you end up not changing much. Is that scary, preventable, or inevitable?

    On the opposite side of things, here are the things that haven’t changed in 6 years:

    • I still am an atrocious speller and editor. (ex: the ‘e’ will forever sneak into the world ‘scary’)
    • I’m still good friends with my homies, Igor & Carissa.
    • Still my own procrastination monger monster
    • Still knit/crochet, doodle, write, take pictures, and cook
    • Still don’t know enough about current events, pop-culture, music, and politics as I should
    • Still terrible at singing and playing the ukulele

    But even those activities have varied so I can’t say they’re completely the same. I suspect it actually takes more concentrated effort to maintain a routine and prevent change than you think. I suspect you don’t need to measure a span of time by the things that change and stay the same. I guess if in six years it’s over all net positive, you should consider yourself lucky and be happy.

    It has been, I do, and I mostly am. :)

  • The relativity of fun

    When you move to a new place, you inevitably are meeting new people and during each interaction you try to size each other up for friendship. Not even in a judgmental way, but you’re just trying to figure out what’s in the middle of your Venn diagram so that you have something to talk about or you know what event to invite them to.

    I feel like I’m always fighting against this narrative of what it makes to have and be fun. It’s kind of like the extrovert-introvert conversation: “Yes, introverts are sincerely content spending time with themselves.” I’m trying to work this out right now and I don’t know where on the introvert-extrovert spectrum I am. Rather, I think I might just have this curmudgeon center that I surround with a social outer layer. I remember coming to this realization when I first graduated and would keep forcing myself to go to these parties that I didn’t enjoy. Now, I have just accepted that I don’t find the same things fun as other people, but I think my life would be so much easier it weren’t the case. Because even if I happily don’t participate in said fun activity, everyone wants me to. It’s a safe middle ground on which to build a friendship.

    Why I’m the least fun person you know:

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  • 5: Questions I like to ask people I meet

    When I lived in Denver and worked in a co-working space for a tech recruiting company: it was Bro City. The other companies entered around action sports or had a passion for them. For a while, besides my dear friend Matt, I didn’t feel like I would meet anyone who could relate to me. Sounds kind of familiar, eh? The people I knew were nice and interesting in their own ways, but that doesn’t mean that I’d want to take a road trip them.

    There was one guy in the co-working space though, who I always had the best conversations with. He had a girlfriend, so don’t even go there. We were not close, but I felt like we were always on the same page. One night, after an event at the office, I we were hanging around helping put things back and we got quickly got into this deep conversation. He pulled back and said “whoa, sorry—I didn’t mean to just tell you my life philosophy!” Of course I told him it was the perfect thing to tell someone about yourself. Later, he brought up this article he’d read before on—some of my friends will see this coming a mile away—marine biology facts. Perhaps being way too self aware, we agreed this how all conversations should go.

    And I was completely serious.

    If I could, I would love to get at the heart of what people are interested in. It’s selfish, but I just want to know if if what makes you tic makes me toc. (talk?!—;) )

    Here are the five questions (or prompts) I have or would ask someone in order to try to speed things along:


    (Still counts as Friday because I started writing this on Friday!)

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  • Jacklynn by the numbers, 2015-2016


    Let’s see what 2016 brings!

    (In order to not offend all designers everywhere, I just want to add the note that I know this is bad design. I just stretched a bunch of words & numbers to fit into even lines. I know better, you know better, but here it is.)