今天的任务是给项目搭建一套新的架构，它更灵活、科学，方便测试。终极目标是优化音乐匹配算法，搭建好基准测试框架，用数据来证明算法是真的提升了。从下午两点多一直指挥 Claude 到八点半，最后一个任务搞半天，没搞定。我稍微看了一下分分钟解决了，自动驾驶和人工接管还是得分配好。明天准备让 AI 来自动优化算法，开始期待了。
Early in the week, June texted me. I’ve got a credenza and three file cabinets. She’s clearing out her home office, finally retired, the library where I work as good a donation recipient as anyone. A few weeks ago, she dropped off a big box of office supplies.
I texted back the next day. Can you send pictures?
I already did.
Sorry, I’m off my game.
Self-care, Jeff, self-care
Off my game: I’ve used that phrase twice this week. I’m screwing up at work. This morning, I called in sick but didn’t check my calendar. My nine o’clock showed up on schedule, she drove in from the next town. She hasn’t responded to my apology email.
It’s been a crazy two weeks. I took a five-day east coast jaunt to Massachusetts, Maine, and Rhode Island; instructed extra spin classes subbing for an injured colleague; worked a massive three-day book sale; had dinner with an online friend I’d never met. Two weeks of constant motion.
Getting sick was a given, I’m always sick after the book sale. It’s a superspreader event. Annually, thousands of people pack a rented auction house to shop a year’s worth of donated books. As a cashier, I interact with many of them. I handle their money and their credit cards. I make small talk. Because of Tourette, I lick my lips and wipe them dry every eight seconds. I tried to wipe on my shirt sleeve, but I must have used the palm of my grimy hand a couple hundred times.
Wednesday morning felt like swallowing broken glass. My Covid test read negative so I went to work and processed payroll. I spent the rest of the day asleep in bed. Thursday, feeling better, I worked all day and stupidly instructed a spin class I should have cancelled. Today, Friday, I’m down for the count.
Coughing, congestion, contagion. I’m home alone and avoiding Susan when she’s around. The vibration of my pervasive stimming grunt in the back of my throat loosens mucus in waves like a bursting dam. Quick trips to the bathroom flush away the draining fluids that would otherwise settle in my lungs. A three-week cough is my inevitable result of a simple head cold.
A Monday blood test signaled high cholesterol. I had it under control with my daily oatmeal breakfast. I fell off that wagon six months ago. I returned to breakfast cereals. Cinnamon Oat Crunch Cheerios promises three and a half hours of satiation right on the front of the box. That never happened. After ninety minutes my hands shake from hunger. Yesterday I made oatmeal with blueberries and walnuts. I felt ready to tackle the fifteen pounds I’ve put on since 2012.
This morning knowing I was sick, and hungry from my post-spin calorie deficit, I scarfed down three bowls of Golden Grahams. I shopped for donuts and cake. I bought an Italian sub and kettle chips for lunch. Hot dogs for dinner. I grabbed a bag of Old Bay seasoned caramel corn just because. For some reason, I think self-care means junk food.
As my sick day draws to a close, I feel disgusting, overfed. My comfort food has left me uncomfortable, weighted down. I’ll take another shot at self-care tomorrow, an oatmeal breakfast and some time outside now that the heat and humidity of the last two months have passed. I doubt I’ll feel good enough to go to yoga, but starting the day with a two-mile walk might be a few steps in the right direction.
今天穿了件新衣服，前段时间在朋友圈看到吴小波采访朋友 James 的视频，视频里 James 就穿着这件衣服，胸口四个字“人冇我有”。James 的公司就是生产衣服的，这衣服就是他的产品。采访里他聊了自己运营公司的理念，做“人冇我有”的。我一听不是和我一模一样吗，于是厚脸皮去和 James 要了十几件，公司一人一件。今天刚穿上，很喜欢。已经问过了，没有链接。
早上收到了等了几天的唱片《Sketches of Spain》，1960 单声道首版，品相还很不错，闲鱼可能没有更好的版本了。越来越喜欢 Miles Daivs 了，也越来越喜欢小号的声音。
本着 Work hard play hard 原则，今天又买了 7 场十月、十一月的音乐会，花了我九千多。普莱特涅夫两天安排完了拉赫玛尼诺夫四首钢琴协奏曲，巴伐利亚国家歌剧院国庆连续三天的歌剧，还有丹尼尔・加蒂指挥德累斯頓国家管弦乐团两天的演出。歌剧以前没听过，不能错过啊，国庆反正也没啥事。加蒂其实三月份的时候在广州刚听过。哎，今年维也纳爱乐我没买，希望柏林爱乐开票我能抢到啊！
