I was in Friday fettle today at work, as Rhonda and I are off to visit Aaron for Rutgers Parents Weekend tomorrow. We plan to stop at Stokelan Winery on the way up. I made a couple of dinner reservations: The Frog and the Peach and Le Malt Lounge. I’m not sure what we’ll end up doing otherwise but it’s going to be a nice visit no matter what.
We nipped out with Joey and Sorayah for dinner at Cilantro, tableside guacamole and all. Rhonda and I split a bottle of Autumn Lake winery’s Alberino, which I read about at Uncorked. It was excellent. We all had ice cream after.
Autumn Lake WineryAutumn Lake AlberinoCilantro-carne-asada-rancheroCilantro SignageLa Bonita Ice CreamJoe and Sorayah
One thing I’ve been thinking about writing up is a post on making sure you put some joy in your to-do list app. For me, that’s OmniFocus: I’ve been storing wishlists of books, apps, clothes, and household items in projects that I keep on hold. And one that’s strictly for nerd endeavors. Tonight, I made a packing list for the weekend.
I’ve contributed my fair share of posts about why (bother) blogging at all, and while I resist the solipsistic urge to overly consider myself, I am serially drawn to make some sense of it. Here are some recent posts to consider.
David Johnson:
That is me and blogging. I enjoy writing. It moves me, flexes a creative urge within me, one that I cannot leave alone or ignore – a wish to explain, describe, explore through the written word. I enjoy it for its own sake, for my sake. I am very happy if someone loves what I write or share, and I will keep writing even if the next piece is not seen.
My latest blogging adventure has been going on since 2024 and I am still looking for my blogging style. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. I treat it as my path. A path that leads through my thoughts, which sometimes follow a straight path and sometimes bumpy roads. However, regardless of whether I feel like writing down a one-sentence thought or a multi-paragraph reflection, I am guided by something that Leslie Lampart beautifully put into words: “If you’re thinking without writing, you only think you’re thinking”. So I’m writing because I’m thinking.
In many ways writing is the act of saying I, of imposing oneself upon other people, of saying listen to me, see it my way, change your mind. It’s an aggressive, even a hostile act. You can disguise its qualifiers and tentative subjunctives, with ellipses and evasions — with the whole manner of intimating rather than claiming, of alluding rather than stating — but there’s no getting around the fact that setting words on paper is the tactic of a secret bully, an invasion, an imposition of the writer’s sensibility on the reader’s most private space.
There’s probably no one irreducible reason why; for me, it’s thinking, it’s a creative urge, it’s purpose without material value, it’s work without economic propulsion, it’s maybe even a phenomenological _sine qua non._Maybe a Buddhist attachment, in a negative sense: attachment to identity or narrative, a desire for permanence . It’s the text equivalent of my photos collection, the left-brain accounting of my wanderings on this pebble. I can’t apologize for scrolling through either my photos or my posts for a myriad of reasons.
Do we hope to capture these moments… these ephemera… to avoid forgetting them? In the hopes that we’ll see them again one day and remember them fondly? To think that we are, somehow, casting the shadow of our mortality just a bit longer than its natural demarcation?
It feels like fall out there! Finally! I pulled some flannel out of the closet upstairs and swapped out my short-sleeve polos and shorts. It’s a good day to be inside, with all this rain and wind.
We met Teri for some snackies and wine at Bellview for one of the last soirees of the season Friday after work. Next weekend Rhonda and I will be in New Brunswick visiting Aaron at Rutgers for Parents Weekend. I’ll have plenty to share for sure. Tripsy is all loaded up with ideas and a reservation for Le Malt Lounge on Saturday. We’re planning on stopping at Stokelan Estate Winery on ride up.
Bellview
Buena Connection’s The Backroads
Rhonda and I rolled up to Hammonton yesterday to restock our salami stash; they have these big unmarked salami that are identifiable as spicy or mild only by a rubber band. They are always excellent and will last you a while unless your salami lust is boundless.
Salami from Baglianis in Hammonton
We stopped off for a pint at the Buena Connection Brewery, which I’ve featured a few times here. I tried their Backroads IPA, which they describe thusly:
Pours like a pale yellow, almost straw-like color with a light-moderate haze. notes of fresh squeezed orange juice with a medley of citrus and tropical aromatics
It’s their take on the juicy, hazy style of IPA that has found favor among hopheads in the last few years. It was excellent. I was tempted by their Photon (kölsch) and Western Sky (West Coast IPA), and of course the Oktoberfest. I was really happy with my selection. A former classmate of Rhonda’s pours pints there and we love to chew the fat with him while we have a few sips. I actually cycled with him once, back when I first started riding with the group that would become Paramount Cycling Club.
Buena Connection’s Backwoods IPA
Gerard Bertrand Gris Blanc
After the salami run, we stopped at Rocco’s Town House for an early dinner (are we that old now?) and it was once again excellent. We asked for a bottle of White Horse Winery’s rosé, but they were out. The waitress suggested this gris blanc, it was perfect: crisp, but with a touch of tart fruit on the palate.
I had scallops for dinner, and we shared their steamed mussels first. All really really good.
Mussels at Rocco’s Town House
Tron 4K
I was a wee pup of seven years when Disney’s Tron debuted in theaters. It was the kind of special effects-heavy kid-friendly sci fi flick that us kids dug right into, including the five-points-of-aritculation Tomy toy line. Tron:Ares just came out in theaters, and while I don’t think I’ll see it there, I will as soon as it comes out on Disney+. I thought it would be fun to watch the original, which I’ve done many times over the years. I cued it up the other night and started watching, and the first thought I had was, “wow, the special effects really hold up.”
Rhonda remarked that it must have been touched up, and she was right:
The original Tron has been digitally scanned and meticulously restored by The Walt Disney Film Restoration team, which corrected the new digital master for dirt, warping and other source imperfections. Resulting, Disney claims, in “pristine image quality.” The Restoration Team’s work was all undertaken under the supervision of director Steven Lisberger, too, to ensure that the remaster remains true to the original artistic intent.
I’ve encouraged the boys over the years to enjoy Tron, as I did with DC and Marvel comics, Star Wars, and lots of other plastic pursuits. Diamond Select released a three-pack of Tron figures that borrowed the Tomy line’s colored translucent plastic, but with updated articulation and detail compared to the original line. I ordered it for the boys back then and Aaron was kind enough to let me display the Kevin Flynn figure on my desk.
There’s a lot to ponder on rewatching Tron: the nominal hero, Tron, overshadowed in plot and on screen by an impossibly young Jeff Bridges; the anthropomorphized “programs” that live in the Grid; and questions of identity and free will.
I find myself, sometimes, awake around 3 am, and after a trip to the loo, I’m not feeling tired and I toss and turn for a bit. My habit is to avoid looking at my watch when I get up so I don’t worry about falling back to sleep.
After a while, if I can’t sleep, I’ve taken to dragging my ass out of bed and hitting the routine: rowing, kettlebells, meditation. But I seized upon the idea of hitting the sofa in the apartment upstairs for a nap after. It’s not as restorative as sleeping through the night and getting up at 5:15 to start the day, but it’s better than missing all that sleep.
I didn’t invent it, though. There’s evidence that bifurcated sleep patterns are nothing new.
“Artificial illumination became more prevalent, and more powerful – first there was gas lighting, which was introduced for the first time ever in London,” says Ekirch, “and then, of course, electric lighting toward the end of the century. And in addition to altering people’s circadian rhythms. artificial illumination also naturally allowed people to stay up later.”
One of the central challenges (perhaps the challenge) of cooking at home is remembering dishes. You can easily get in a rut, or at the very least forget about some popular and easy dishes.
To this end, I refer to AnyList to see what was on the meal plan recently, but the problem with ruts is they can stretch out interminably. That means a lot of scrolling in AnyList.
Rhonda and I realized I hadn’t made this pressure cooker risotto, which everyone likes. I grilled some chicken last night to save for tonight to have with the risotto, in part to purge our memories of the terrible risotto we had at last Wednesday’s Wine Down Wednesday. Theirs was firm, loafy, with some uninspired chicken sliced up in there. Not so mine.
I took the E-PL5 with the TT Artisans 18mm f/6.3 lens with me to the winery yesterday and took some pics. It’s strange that I’m so drawn to taking that one with me instead of the E-M10 Mark IV with the Panasonic Lumix f/1.7, but I like wondering what I’m going to get. I toss a lot of the shots I take with this lens.
Rosé
We learned that the rosé supply is running short, which is terrifying. I’m hoping they’ll offer it on tap again in December when the new supply hits, but I’m doubting it.
Parking Lot
I figured the winery on a sunny Saturday would be a great time to take some pics with this lens, as its thirst for light is strong. I like how the trees around us darkened the foreground.
I was enchanted by the guy in the background: he rolled in, got a bottle of red, light a cigar, and dipped into a book. He was flying solo.
Wide Open
When you find yourself lost in thought: begin again.
We’re well into October but I’m in shorts and it’s pretty much summer outside (during the day at least). I did manage to wear a flannel shirt Friday, though. I’ll be grilling ribeyes shortly; they’re in the sous vide tank right now.
Not Your Desk
I see your desk: bespoke. the ultra-clean, organized set up. The RGB lights tastefully illuminating the cubbies. The small plastic potted plant with manicured pebbles. It makes a nice insta post for sure.
I don’t want your desk. I want my desk. My desk has a bunch of shit strewn atop it. I clean it up from time to time but I don’t obsess over it.
What’s this USB cable for? I don’t know. Do I need these headphones out all the time? Probably not. but they don’t get in anyone’s way. Black peripheral, white USB cable? Um, yeah. It’s what I had when the thunderbolt dock was delivered.
Unused laptop in a stand, not even charged? It is, in fact, pretty much unused. But hey! I know where to find it if I need it. I could put the sunglasses away in the drawer, but they’re right there, conveniently reminding me to wear them.
And that USB-powered tire pump? Why have that on your desk? Because I can charge it up using an mis-color-matched USB cord, that’s why. It’s not like I have a garage.
Your desk? Looks great. But I still like mine.
Touch: the AppleScript
I have a thousand reasons why I like to drop a test file into a location. Unix is a beautiful construction, where there’s a solitary app for most things. macOS does the same thing, it follows the same path, and the best macOS apps the Mac assed Mac apps all shine when developed in this way.
Sometimes I just want create a text file. Touch is a handy Unix app that I often turn to in such circumstances.
But let’s be honest: I’m not hanging out in Terminal all day. Or ever, really. Are there people out there who are? Seriously? If you say so.
Years ago I wrote a simple AppleScript to create a markdown file for me. It’s easy to fire it off with Launchbar, too. I gussied it up a bit using Copilot yesterday.
try
tell application "Finder" to set currentFolder to (folder of the front window as alias)
on error
set currentFolder to path to desktop folder as alias
end
try
set baseName to "new" set extension to ".md"
set counter to 0 set fileExists to true repeat while fileExists
if counter is 0 then
set fileName to baseName & extension
else
set fileName to baseName & " " & counter & extension
end if
set currentFile to POSIX path of currentFolder & fileName
set fileExists to (do shell script "test -e " & quoted form of currentFile & "; echo $?") is "0"
set counter to counter + 1 end repeat
do shell script "touch " & quoted form of currentFile
tell application "Finder"
select file fileName of folder currentFolder
end tell
Logitech MX Master 4
Have you met a keyboard person? They will drop 200 bucks on a keyboard sight unseen if the kickstarter description hits all the right notes. How do I know? I’ve been one. We have rights.
The MX Master is something of a legend in the peripheral world. It merits its own reviews, and iterations are hotly anticipated It’s a big, heavy mouse that appeals to the same types of users. I’m one of them.
MX Master NIB
The MX Master 4 has more software affordances than ever before. It’s got more thunk and chunk than the 3S that preceded it. It is absolutely worth a spin if you enjoy using a Mac with a mouse, especially with a desktop Mac or a laptop in clamshell mode. And for me, that’s the best way to use a Mac.
MX Master 4
The newest physical feature of the MX 4 is the Sense Panel with haptic feedback. From MacWorld’s review:
But, of course, it’s the haptic feedback features that are the star of the show, and the thumb rest now has a haptic ‘Sense Panel’ that sits right under the tip of your thumb. This is a button that you can program to perform a variety of functions, but it also provides tactile haptic feedback in the form of a brief ‘click’ sensation – similar to the haptic feedback on Apple’s Magic Trackpad – in response to a variety of actions or commands.
The update to the LogiOptions software includes their take on a radial launcher:
For home users or ordinary office workers, the Logi Options+ app provides another new feature, called the Action Ring, which is activated by pressing the Sense Panel button. The Actions Ring appears on screen when you press the Sense Panel, and displays a circular menu with additional commands that you can select. By default, the Action Ring displays a set of standard commands, such as launching the Notes app on a Mac or instantly locking your Mac.
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The split-brain experiments show the incredible ability of the human mind to adapt in any situation that it is placed in. They also show that all of those quizzes about being “left-brained” or “right-brained” due to being more “artsy” or “sciency” are completely false. In reality, both hemispheres are equally important to function as a normal human being, and tests have shown that both hemispheres are used equally in most situations, whether you’re painting or solving a math problem.
Sam Harris, in Waking Up:
What is most startling about the split-brain phenomenon is that we have every reason to believe that the isolated right hemisphere is independently conscious.
It is amazing to consider the outsize impact our left hemisphere has on our conscious perception relative to its importance. We live with a silent self that knows quite a lot about its chattier half–and that interest seems exclusive.
I might argue, too, that our left hemisphere is responsible for a considerable amount–if not most–of our suffering.
Aaron will alight for Rutgers in the next 15-30 minutes. We really enjoyed having him home, and celebrated with just the three of us (Joe is working) at Sweet Amalia. It’s a wonderful spot for any occasion, I have to say, although the anxiety of rolling up to the joint in anticipation of the shoobie attendance is nerve-wracking to say the least.
We got a couple orders of their fries (frites perhaps), a dozen Sweet Amalia oysters, the steamed clams, and the scallops (which come with corn, sausage, grilled romaine, potatoes, and some other goodies). Rhonda and I sipped some Adella from Bellview, too. It was hot in the midday sun for sure, but a transformative dining experience, as always.
I took a half day Friday and rolled up to New Brunswick in Aaron’s Mini to pick him up for a weekend visit. He brought two friends back with him who live locally. We hit the Double Eagle for wings last night and had a fine time. He and I also grabbed hot pot again at the same place we went to when we visited last spring. It was once again excellent and I was both stuffed and over-salted by the meal. We both remarked we’d go back again when we stopped to refuel the squad at a Wawa in Vincentown on the way home.
Hot Pot in Edison, NJ
Mudhen Wildwood Haze
The aforementioned Double Eagle has Mudhen’s Wildwood Haze on tap, and I tried it Friday when the four of us went out. I’m really loving the NEIPA style wherever I try it.
Mudhen Wildwood Haze
Cleanshot X
I take a lot of screenshots. I used them for this site, of course, but I send images throughout the day via email and Messages. The built-in feature in macOS generally works fine for me, and I’ve never had much to complain about the feature, especially considering the options it’s gained over the years, including screen recording and other options.
I grabbbed Cleanshot X when it was part of a software bundle deal a while back, and it’s definitely a worthy utility if you take a lot of screenshots. I love how the thumbnail of the image remains pinned to the corner of the screen until you do something with it or dismiss it, and the fact that you can hop right into your screen grab and edit it using Cleanshot instead of switching to another application. This even works for screen recordings.
You can do other cool stuff with screenshots, including hiding the documents on your Mac’s desktop when you take a screenshot.
Bic Gelocity Gel Pens
I always shop for pens whenever we end up at our local Dollar Tree. They often have Sarasa pens for a buck apiece, and once I got this Bic Gelocity, which I love for its smooth writing, giant barrel, and curvy appointments.
Bic Gelocity Gel Pen
Home (Reprise)
As a psychologist, I’ve always been interested in our individual internal experiences. I wrote back in August, while we were on vacation, that I imagined both the hesitation and excitement of living in the space between graduating high school and moving away to college must be a dense space. I should know–I lived it, too.
But we’re all different, and can only know each other’s thoughts and feelings through the imperfect media of language and supposition. I wondered, too, about how Aaron might feel on his first visit home, after some time away: how it might feel familiar and comfortable, but also how this first momentous step towards independence colors the shelter and safety of home. It’s been great having Aaron home this weekend, and Rhonda and I are both looking forward to the upcoming parents weekend for a two-night visit.
I didn’t do any of this to prove something to anyone but myself. I just wanted to see if I could. Looking back, it wasn’t about patches, jerseys, or times. It was about showing up. Riding through pain. Managing the mental battles after mile 150 or mile 100 when you’re climbing into thin air. And finishing, even when everything in you says to quit.
Rhonda and I nipped out for some shellfish and fries to celebrate her birthday last night. It was a chance to eat some of Sweet Amalia’s amazing namesake oysters and fries. We got some steamed clams too, which replaced on our table (but not in our hearts) their excellent mussels.
Just before sunset is a great time to sit outside and swallow some shellfish. The hard afternoon sun gives way to soft, golden light. It’s hard to kiss another weekend goodbye, but this made it–ahem–sweet indeed.
After upgrading my micro 4/3 camera to the E-M10 Mark IV, I kept thinking that it would be fun to get a tiny lens for my EPL-5, which I bought back in like 2013. In comparison to the E-M10, it’s a tiny camera, and has always been easy to pack for taking pictures. Unlike cell phones, cameras have a long shelf life, and there’s a thriving market for used cameras due to their usability well after newer models have replaced venerable models. Despite having a newer camera, I can still find a useful life for older kit.
Poking around on B&H led me to find this super-cheap lens. I’ve usually browsed fast prime lenses, but farting around with my iPhone 16 Pro’s Camera Control button, and taking a lot of heavily bokeh’d pictures, I realized the sweet spot is probably in the 2+ aperture range. I asked Copilot about a few lenses that I was ogling, wondering which would be a stark departure from my Panasonic f/1.7 prime.
This lens takes up almost no extra space; it’s about the same size as a lens cap. It needs a lot of light to take good pics, and I’m finding it a challenge, in a welcome way, to capture pictures worth keeping. It’s fun to take pictures and then have to wait until I get home to see the results, contrasted with the immediate gratification of using a phone camera.
There’s something about the color on this lens that makes pictures look older. There’s a faded, tan character to them that I find pleasingly nostalgic. Some of the pics I took of Aaron’s Mini Cooper are emblematic of this:
I took some golden hour pics at a couple of our favorite local wineries and a nearby restaurant that we all love.
Coda Rosa
Rhonda and I tried a bottle of their Pinot Grigio prior to dinner at the Franklinville Inn for her birthday last night. It was an interesting spot for sure, with an engaging manager and furry friends.
Coda Rosa Pino GrigioSecurity at Coda RosaSunflower at Coda Rosa
Sweet Amalia
Rhonda and I celebrated her birthday at the Franklinville Inn last night, but the party continued this afternoon, with some wine and shellfish at the excellent Sweet Amalia.
Bellview Adela at Sweet AmaliaSweet Amalia OystersSweet Amalia
Fiesta Friday at Bellview
We had a sip and some cheese Friday night in lieu of dinner proper.
Bellview Wines
Aaron’s Mini Cooper S
I snapped a few pics of Aaron’s Mini at the office. I drive it a couple of days a week while he’s at school. Hey: I gotta help out where I can.
Aaron’s Mini
All in all, it’s been a lot of fun to take this whacky lens with me and take some pictures.
Today is a special Sunday since it’s Rhonda’s birthday. She’s the big 5-3, which means the big 5-1 is just around the corner for yours truly. We went out to the Franklinville Inn last night for dinner, just the two of us, since Aaron’s away at school and Joe was working. Joe did try to switch hours but there were not takers. I’m writing this while draining a spritz after hitting the squat rack. I did 80 kettlebell swings too, and a 10-minute super-easy row to warm up before the weights.
Sunday Spritz
Coda Rosa Winery
Rhonda and I were thinking about having a spritz before leaving for the restaurant, but I remembered that there was a winery near the Franklinville Inn, in Monroeville. Alas, the joint has closed down, but I found Coda Rosa on the map, and that was actually more on the way to the restaurant than Monroeville would have been.
Coda Rosa Chalk Wall
One of the things I enjoy most about visiting the different wineries here in South Jersey are the small differences. All of them are situated on bucolic grounds, with long, straight rows of grapes surrounding the property. Sharrott, though, is more of a restaurant: there’s a kitchen, reservations are recommended, and there’s table service. Bellview is a more casual affair, with a staffed counter, some app-style things to eat, and a grand expanse of lush green grass adjoining the winery proper for casual seating. You can bring camping gear and set up a tent and chairs if you want. And of all the places we’ve visited, Bellview is the only place with wine on tap. Maybe it’s a holdover from my early forays into the then-nascent brewery scene, but I usually prefer something on tap to something bottled.
Coda Rosa is perhaps the simplest of the wineries we’ve visited: the winery and tasting room are housed in a small rectangular building, and there’s a small patio for seating outside. The host/manager, Tanya, is a vibrant soul. We ate grapes straight out of the vineyard (Chambourcin) and petted the two “security” dogs who traipsed about. We split a Pinot Grigio and it was excellent.
Coda Rosa Pinto GrigioCoda Rosa
TT Artisans 18mm f/6.3 UFO Lens
After upgrading my micro 4/3 camera to the E-M10 Mark IV, I kept thinking that it would be fun to get a tiny lens for my EPL-5. It’s such a tiny little camera and would still be fun to tote along for taking pics. Unlike cell phones, cameras have a long shelf life, and there’s a thriving market for used cameras due to their usability well after newer models have replaced venerable models.
Poking around on B&H led me to find this super-cheap lens. I’ve usually browsed fast prime lenses, but farting around with my iPhone 16 Pro’s Camera Control button, and taking a lot of heavily bokeh’d pictures, I realized the sweet spot is probably in the 2+ aperture range. I asked Copilot about a few lenses that I was ogling, wondering which would be a stark departure from my Panasonic f/1.7 prime.
This lens takes up almost no extra space; it’s about the same size as a lens cap. It needs a lot of light to take good pics, and I’m finding it a challenge, in a welcome way, to capture pictures worth keeping. So it’s been fun. I’ll probably write up something more in depth with more picture samples. The spritz pic up top was taken using the UFO, as was the picture of Coda Rosa’s building and the chalk wall.
TT Artisans 18mm f/6.3
Gina Trapani ’s Note to Self
Internet celebrity Gina Trapani (who I read daily at Lifehacker back in the day) has returned to blogging on her own site.
I rarely game, and I hope I’m able to retire early enough in my life before the curtains come down so that I can while away a few hours playing some games. I purchase Warcraft 3 at an Apple Store back in 2002 on CD-ROM but have never played it through. I have installed Battle.net on my Mac many times over and have Warcraft 3, StarCraft, and Diablo III waiting for me to dive in. I finally tried Diablo III on my desktop Mac last weekend and had an absolute blast playing it. Dead-simple controls, that familiar Blizzard sheen, and good (if obviously dated) graphics all conspired to keep me thinking about playing again all week.