So many writer jokes in this episode!
About Cheri Baker
Posts by Cheri Baker:
May 1 was my last day as a VP and Distinguished Engineer at Amazon Web Services, after five years and five months of rewarding fun. I quit in dismay at Amazon firing whistleblowers who were making noise about warehouse employees frightened of Covid-19.
Greetings from week who-the-hell-knows. Days have no meaning. Weeks have no meaning! I mark the slow passage of time in the number of grocery deliveries we’ve had in quarantine. Yesterday was our fourth delivery, I think. Or was it five? All I know is that the trees downtown are in full leaf. Sunny days outnumber the rainy ones. Summer is here. Our rare precious months of Pacific Northwest sun have arrived at last. And we’re stuck inside waiting for the world to change. We’re waiting, waiting, waiting. And even though logic says we’re lucky to be the ones waiting, not the ones risking, waiting is…
Well, you know.
This quarantine is right and good. And why fight rightness, even in your own mind? I say this to myself, daily, yet Resentment sits next to me on the couch like a crumb-spewing squatter, unwelcome and conspicuous, dragging down my mood. She sits there, eyeing me, making huffing sounds and poking me in the ribs.
Go away, Resentment. I don’t want you here. She laughs.
And so here we are, P & I and the third roommate I never wanted. But maybe if I stop fighting Resentment she’ll get up and leave on her own.
Hope springs eternal.
I’m not an adult today. I’m a frustrated eight year-old looking out the window during the last week of school. When will this wait end? Why is it taking FOREVER? When can I go outside and play? Cold logic allows me to go for walks, to spend some time out in the fresh air, but the relief is temporary. Put on the mask. Dodge to the far side of the sidewalk when others walk by. Don’t dawdle, because exercise is allowed but otherwise it’s ESSENTIAL ACTIVITIES ONLY and you’re just being a jerk standing on a street corner waiting for someone to cough on you. Keep it moving! Exercise, smell the trees, and return to your cell to wait.
Right now, I’m missing the feeling of being on a crowded Metro bus, the cabin swaying, people clutching their backpacks and grocery bags, chatting about the weather or staring down at their phones, tap-tap-tapping. Crammed together, we were at one with the living city. Without noticing, you’d shift your body as crowds gather and move, gather and move, flowing together like blood carrying oxygen and ideas and commerce to every road and tributary and building, big or small, old or new.
I miss Seattle as it should be, as it’s always been for me, luminous at dusk, glittering, shining as thousands of windows form a golden mosaic atop dark behemoths jutting into the sky, the yellow-gold lights glowing ever brighter as the sky dims from grey-blue to muddy-black.
I remember the blissful hours of rest before the buses rolled at five in the morning out like Autobots, ready to serve, and later on, the cars pulling into garages, and also the people – so many! – arriving for work in suits and jeans and construction hats, and once we were all here, together, with coffee in our hands the day could begin again and the world would turn once more.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Seattle had a rhythm, once. A pulse.
We live among towers made of glass and light.
Yet we are small, soft, cautious animals, waiting in our dens for the danger to pass.
When will we return to life?
Breathe in. Breathe out.
I can do this.
I can wait.
Photo by Nick Bolton at Unsplash.
The idea was so painful I dropped to 97 percent efficiency.
Amazon had listed the standard ebook price for Network Effect as $26.99. Perhaps this was to make the “discounted” $13.99 ebook price look like a bargain? Tor’s full retail price for the ebook was higher than Amazon’s hardback price! Anyway, I hopped over to Kobo to pre-order the book because I prefer EPUB to Amazon’s proprietary MOBI format. Pricing games aside, one point in Tor’s favor is that they sell their ebooks DRM-free. And that’s ideal, because I prefer to drop my ebook files on my home server so I can read them in whatever app I’d like. DRM doesn’t prevent piracy. But it’s pretty effective at limiting reader choice and being a pain in our asses. Oh, and making you feel stuck to one app or platform. It’s good for that too! Blech.
Anyway, I digress. Huzzah for Murderbot! Huzzah for Tor for not buying into the DRM lie. And huzzah for Kobo too.