Sunday coffee and things
Today seems like some inbetween thing. I started wanting coffee over in Wat Bo. It’s a longer walk and I guess laziness claimed me or the desire to sit at V Cafe down the street and engage my coffee whims. I also need to stop at the pharmacy and get some stuff for my wife. So easier to just do this.
This becomes the fix for sloth. I can sit here and see the cloudy morning try to become other things. Just slowly. My wife likes to get photos of where I go for coffee in the mornings so today was an easy fix.
Yesterday I tried different apps for journaling. Did the apple journal app which I like and everlog which I really like. Apple journal comes with my iPhone 13. Everlog is a nominal subscription or lifetime. Each one has things I guess I miss and others I don’t want back. So here goes.
- Apple journal has a nice method of using the information of where I go and what I do. Photos taken. Writing in it seems nice but it does feel suited for lesser entries. Scrolling long journal entries sometimes seems difficult. I cannot add a link easily which seems strange. The interaction with Apple health is cool. It will come out on my Mac with the new operating system release later this year.
- Everlog seems a cut above. It has apps on my iPhone and Mac. The editing experience is much nicer. It does not hesitate on longer writing. Inclusion of weather and location is nice. It feels like a nicely polished and easy app to just use. Adding comments to posts is cool. I really enjoy using it to write in.
What happens though is I won’t use either. What I prefer is this writing. How IA Writer treats my little bit of screen real estate. How this writing and that writing live together. The journal there seems primitive I guess compared to apps like day one or everlog. It’s really a place for words and not app features and functions.
I love those apps. I love obsidian. Love them all. Just won’t use them. Obsidian seems always to be too much. The other apps offer more than I use. I enjoy inline images. Writing with links and bold and quotes and stuff. I don’t need how all those things in apps detract from the real mission. That’s to write in the damned thing.
I guess the real part of it all is I get tired of the apps. How they feel completely separate from my other writing. When I feel all of it is part of my thing.
My Sunday and welcome
Now my coffee sits and the city races by. Motos and trucks and vans and people hurrying up. Much easier to slow down I think. Coffee here is my nod to slowing down. I can walk from here as I want. Those slow steps today. Down some block to another. Always words waiting. I think on trying everlog again for kicks. I can’t write the journal detritus in two places. It’s like trying to write more than one journal. Like a bunch of topical journals a la Derek Sivers. It’s a nice thought. Can’t happen. Like writing whole bunches of things. Notes. Reviews. Things. It’s just not in me. What I got is this and that and both together.
Sunday spills by slowly. My coffee sweats just a little bit. The Khmer staff treat me well here. I’m not bothered or asked. I’ll take V Cafe. It’s peace. Solitude. The necessity of my asocial ways.
I’ll also journal my butt off. It holds all the pieces. The interludes and fixations of one life which seems sometimes to wander along. Much like my writing.
Much like coffee time.
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