Jake LaCaze's blog

writings about writing and other stuff too

#fear #health

I cried when I read the lab results from my latest annual exam. Not because the results were bad. Quite the opposite—I'm a healthy adult male with imperfect cholesterol. But I'm not alarmed; I'm simply aware.


lights at a Jesus and Mary Chain concert #technology

On this blog, I recently asked why I keep coming back to social media and other platforms, and now I'm asking exactly how much digital convenience I need in my life.


my home sit-stand desk #books #WeWork #business

If you had to sum up in only a few sentences the WeWork debacle to someone unfamiliar with the situation, how would you do so? The following quote from The Cult of We: WeWork, Adam Neumann, and the Great Startup Delusion by Eliot Brown and Maureen Farrell would be my candidate.

But prior to the prospectus becoming public, bankers and other advisers had continued to shower [Adam] Neumann with praise—giving him criticism too infrequently and too meekly. These advisers either ignored or danced around the company's obvious warts and red flags.

Now, at the eleventh hour, they finally spoke up. But the IPO was already on life support.


my daughter trying to hack the Mac #socialmedia #authenticity

I've quit social media numerous times over the last decade. But I've recently been pulled back in.

So why do I keep coming back?

Other than the fact I lack in moral fiber...


me looking out the window during Texas's 2021 winter storm #covid19 #Stoicism

On his podcast, Bret Easton Ellis first referred to the pandemic as “the season of the virus” and then “the year of the virus.” Because we can now see that this pandemic may rage on indefinitely, I propose that we refer to it as “The Perpetual Pandemic.”

I've been trying to come to terms with what exactly a perpetual pandemic will entail, not for the sake of fear mongering, but for the sake of managing expectations, an exercise that I (and many others) failed at when I saw the availability of vaccines as a sign of smoother sailing across these chaotic seas. I now believe—as I read elsewhere—this uptick in covid cases is a reminder that this pandemic will not be over until the world at large has access to vaccines.


my son and daughter throwing stones into a stream #influence #inspiration

Listen on Racket

Influence is funny in that you're not always aware that it's happening and you never know when it's going to reveal itself.

Sometime in the last month, the band Ladytron popped into my head. I used to listen to Ladytron in high school, and while I've listened to them at times over the last few years, they haven't been a band I've kept in my rotation. Yet, for a couple weeks, Ladytron was all I was listening to, with the song “Deep Blue” in particular being my jam.

And then earlier today, Father John Misty popped into my thoughts. I have been aware of Misty for a while and have enjoyed some of his songs, but I've never been a fan. But Misty was the soundtrack on my afternoon commute back home.

These music artists I hadn't thought of much lately had obviously made an impression somewhere somehow. A part of my brain had latched on to them and tucked them away, for them to somehow get loose and shake things up. How exactly does that work? I can't help wondering.


a random stick monster I drew #writing

I recently gave myself an unofficial goal of publishing a blog post every week.

Welp, I've already failed at that goal. And what do you do when you see that you're going to fail? That's right: You cheat.

So I'm going to share something I recorded on Racket. What is Racket? I'm early into exploring the platform, so I'm not really sure. My elevator pitch would be that it's like Medium but with audio (up to nine minutes worth).


my stick figure chalk drawing of the family dog #writing

“It's like putting together a puzzle.” That's how my buddy explained oil and gas abstracting. “Does that sound like something you'd be interested in?”

Yeah, I told him. I'll give it a shot. I still had no idea what “abstracting” and “chain of title” and “runsheet” and “mineral ownership report” meant, but it all sounded better than selling cars in the middle of the financial crisis.


sticker for Pangaea Unification Foundation #writing

I entered college knowing only that I wanted to write for a living.

I had accepted that I wasn't going to support myself on the paperback royalties of novels I would never write. Technical writing sounded unimaginative, and I'm not sure my university offered such a program anyway. Therefore, journalism seemed my only option, so I stepped onto campus as a journalism major. By the end of my first quarter, I had switched to Undecided, as I then had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, but journalism was not part of those future plans. Fast forward to 2021, and I doubt anyone would say with a straight face that I made the wrong decision. But I can say with the straightest of faces that I made the right decision for the wrong reasons.


a notebook of my son's handwriting #Obsidian #productivity #tutorials

In an attempt to find balance between the digital and analog on my life, I've inconsistently maintained a bullet journal for the last couple years. I initially fell in love with the analog approach to staying organized, but as time went on, I couldn't help feeling as if something was lacking. Also, I'm accepting that, while I love the idea of writing more by hand and unplugging when possible, the practice is quite time-consuming and inefficient, especially if I plan to later type my writing to archive digitally or post online.

Recently I tried migrating my bullet journal practice to iA writer. While writer is a great app, it's focused on one thing: writing. Unsurprisingly, this experiment didn't work, so I found myself wanting something better. This searching is what led me to give Obsidian another shot, primarily as a planner.


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