Classic dopamine economics

I keep forgetting to write a post. Instead what happens is I leave myself little bread-crumb trails of notes (“chitaru shiota exhibit; can’t relate”, “birdhouse craft”), like a woman fleeing a crime scene that she will later have to investigate. They just sit there. A little graveyard of intentions. This is the inconvenient curse of my flavour of ADHD: I cash in the entire dopamine hit on the idea, and then there’s nothing left in the tank for the part where you sit down and, you know, do the thing. All gas, no car. Anyway, here we go: here’s the last month or so. --- Redesigned my homepage. It looks like a timey-wimey old school operating system, all nostalgia and no structural integrity — less pretty on mobile, obviously, the way these things always are. It’s got hidden bits and bobs and settings where you can make it look very unreadable. I shipped it a month ago, told nobody, and have since developed a persistent anxiety that it’s stupid and I should just have a clean, normal…