Friday things
I went out last night and had some beer at the usual place. There are two of them actually and within blocks of each other. Each offers the same menu far as I know except the second one does not do breakfast. The breakfasts at Viva! I have always enjoyed. I used to visit there often since a nice omelette could be had for about $4. The second one used to this nice coffee shop called Central Cafe. I enjoyed going there in the mornings before the pandemic. Outside seating in the mornings with some pastry and a hot latte seemed a nice thing. It changed at some point to the second Viva restaurant.
I know a few of the people that work there. Always am greeted with smiles and them kinda knowing what it is I come for. The one girl teases me about how many beers I shall drink. I most often will get some chips and salsa there as well.
So that was last night and then a tuktuk ride home for about $1 which always seems a good deal since I never want to ever drive a thing with an engine on it again. After a few beers it is just better to leave all that up to someone else. I feel that way even without drinking. There’s nothing about motos here I would ever want. Everything with a motor on it comes with so many expenses besides buying it. I don’t want any of those expenses for me. Besides the whole thing with my walking is to actually do the walking when I desire or need.
reading and writing on Friday
I have lapsed for some time reading. I don’t know why. I have a kindle. Just don’t read any more. I don’t miss it but I do want to get back. I just do the things these days I want to do I guess. Reading has not been one of them. I particularly would never track or take notes of what I read. There’s no point to it. I could go back and read a book again and it would likely be like a walk I have done. I know the main parts but I think I would find a new thing or a dozen between it all.
For a long time with reading news, I have gotten tired of the apps. RSS apps just seem to always be the same. They are lists of things with numbers of sources I have not read and each day more is added. It reminds me of some hellish excel spreadsheet this one IBM project manager used to do where things always got added to the bottom and nothing was erased at the top. She would filter or query or whatever to show things. We would tease her a lot about the spreadsheets but she swore by them and would export Microsoft Project files to excel so she could deal with them. Anyways, enter Current Reader which I have written on before. The thing with this is I get away from the counts of read and unread. It’s like what the app offers. A river of things that go by. I can dip in to the current or write my own and I did. On iOS the app is a joy. The Mac version is coming along now with almost daily changes. I enjoy this part of the app experience a lot. Watching the changes and how the basic part of what I want reading never changes. Just how the app does the things underneath it all seems to get better each time.
The second part is writing. I’ve enjoyed writing daily. Like this you know ;-). I dunno why. I always will start a thing on the Mac in iA Writer and then decide I should write more on it later on the iPhone. I like that. Then there’s the blend of journal and this. Things come and go from both. A thing I write here ends up there or I find a thing I wrote this morning in the journal about thinking about changing to Blot is a thing I want to write on now. The writing right now just seems to me the best and changing is a thing I don’t want. Blot always gets me. I love the static site part of things a lot. But I also want to just stay at a place I enjoy and write here. Bear just does for me now. I don’t need themes and blogging challenges. I need to just write every day.
coffee times mean walking times
I started out thinking I’d go to the little Khmer coffee place I like. About half way there decided it was so beautiful I wanted a longer walk. So enter Summer Coffee. One of the most elegant and nice places on this side of town. I always do a pastry here and then I get the iced coffee and warm tea. I love it all. I felt this morning this tug to get away. It had rained last night so besides the puddles on our dirt road, the air had this sweet and new smell. Like those morning gods got some air from the rain and infused our morning feel. Love it.
The writing forever just goes. It’s like how I want to read news. This stream of things. No tracking or marking really. When I get done reading something it can stay or go. The writing feels like this same stream if thought. From journal to blog. It’s all these days. And today happens to be Friday. That means something somewhere I guess. Khmer people mostly work six or seven days a week so they don’t notice. Most expats I know of are retired.
So a catch and release kind of day. From reading to writing. Glad I can do both from the comfort of Summer Coffee.
Take care all.