Misha The Poet Laureate

Good morning. It is 2026-06-16, and it’s a Tuesday.

Today is a bit of A Day. Gus has been left behind at a friend’s house while we are having our house inspection. J and I both cried. He’s such a good little guy, and we do not like to traumatize him.

I am at the reed college library doing some basic computing. Wanted to see if everything would work here, and they do. I am redoing my entire back up strategy, because I’m trying to keep things cheap.

Backups:

• Physical backups using time machine.
• Backup to Google Drive once a week.
• Removing Backblaze from my computer.
  • Subscription that costs too much.
  • Do I really need that level of backup when Google Drive is ubiquitous and works?
    • Not ideal. I don’t like the idea of my poems being used to train AI. But we are well passed that, aren’t we?

Also updates on friends:

• A is home after her bottom surgery. Will be supporting her Friday night.
• Everyone else seems to be recovering well.

Also added todoist to my computer so that when I get back to work, I can use it.

So overall, doing the small things that will make things Easier around here.

I’m listening to an interview with Brian Eno, and the interviewer is explaining Slipknot to him, and he seems delighted.

My worth is based on 3 things:

• do I love?
• Do I write?
• Do I contribute?

I have 1 and 2 down. I don’t know about 3.

Good morning. It is 20206-06-14, and it’s a Sunday.

Going to experiment with posting poems on Bsky for a bit. Just see if I want to have that be a part of my practice. Get things out there more.

The only worry, of course, is if I get enough “likes” to be happy. And honestly, I worry about that. Hence why I should be able to turn that off.

Continuing to try to get my phone to be a tool and not just a consumption device. Not sure if I’m succeeding, but whatever. Nuked all the cookies on my browser so all the websites seem to be not working. Sigh.

Still unemployed. It’s starting to get scary. Really really scary. I’ve applied to almost 200 jobs. The only two that showed any interest would be miserable as hell. Maybe that’s the only kind of work that trannies like me deserve. 

defuddle.md maybe my favorite thing on the Internet right now. Takes any webpage, and converts it to markdown. Can’t read an article because too many ads? Want to live in text?

Good morning. It’s 2026-06-13, and it’s a Saturday.

Typical morning: Get up Pee Feed Gus Make coffee Sit on the couch Open the iPad Read RSS feed Read email Read the New York Times Write in notebook Feel the pull Type on black book Post poem Eat something

Sterling Writer’s Room, Multnomah County Library.

Richness

For the first time in literally a month, I had a morning to myself and a day with nothing on the schedule — no movement, no interviews, no meetings, no calls, no to-dos. I spent it with the internet off, no phone nearby, reading. This is the way. If you’ve ever wondered what “richness” feels like — for me (and I suspect many others out there in the world), one valence of “rich” is being offline, away from the din of connectivity, the dopaminergic pull of the web and apps and social media, engaging directly with one or two well-considered things. (Another valence of “rich” is a day spent with two curious kids, a six-year-old and a nine-year-old, who love each other and can’t stop laughing.)

Craig mod