…dusted-off fashion affectation realised with upcycled wrist bands, custom-printed cases (maybe charging/storage for earpods), and a whole different embodied relationship to a screen you look down at occasionally because it isn’t your life, rather than hunching over.

Anyway, that’s the dream.

…for pocket-sized computers in the 80s and 90s: wristpads.

Following this thought, what I want is *not* for some dipshit Jonny Ive to make an Apple version of the wristpad like when Star Trek PADDs became iPads. No, I want the idea to become a solarpunk version of fob watches for steampunk: a…

of parenting is there: picking up on her authentic interest, augmenting it with my own, reflecting on how ubiquitous backgrounds to my life are discrete components to be added to hers. The absolute responsibility to pass on the good, vulnerability to being remembered, inevitably, as a dork.

…breadcrumbs to “Stand,” and I know I have the catchiest songs hooked in.
Then it’s just a slippery slope to “Fall on Me” and “Now this is a cover of that from Daddy’s favourite band.”
[Death Cab’s cover is just slightly better than the original in every detail, IMHO.]

The whole reflective project