Tag: discourse

Can I Write a Quick Blog Post? [en]

This is often the question. In typical ADHD style, my difficulty getting started on something is only surpassed by my difficulty stopping something once it’s started. So, 9pm on Sunday night, tired tired tired, can I grab my keyboard and give you some news without still being up at midnight?

I challenge myself.

Mid-October, I went back to work part-time. Three half-days a week. It went OK but I was way more tired than I expected. Tired in general. Overwhelmed by trying to manage my weeks, that these three little half-days seemed to fill to the brim. It’s much better now and I feel ready for more. I haven’t had cognitive overload headaches for a while now, or at least, so few that I don’t remember them.

Months ago, I started using the Apple Journal app, because I was having such a hard time recalling what I had done in previous days, recent or less recent. Writing a few quick notes down at the end of the day has helped me keep some sort of grasp on all those days that have disappeared into the weird months of 2025. Recently, I’ve switched to Day One, trying it out as an alternative to Apple Journal. My Facebook suspension has made me cautious about locking data or content into hard-to-export-from apps or services.

I’ve also started learning Bridge. Maths and statistics, strategy and communication, fun! It’s an investment for my old days, but already enjoyable. I’ll write more about it in time. If you want to get started, Funbridge actually has tutorials that can take you by the hand for the first steps. Start with MiniBridge.

My very old cat Oscar is having a series of health issues. I treasure each good day I have with him, because I don’t know how many are left. The first part of the year saw a complete deregulation of his diabetes, which had been a smooth ride to manage until then. He was getting dehydrated, blood glucose going up and down like a yoyo, and slow but steady weight loss. We went through a long period of subcutaneous fluids, which helped a lot.

In September he came down with a really bad pancreatitis flare-up. I nearly lost him. An oesophageal feeding tube saved him. It sounds like a dramatic intervention, but it’s actually quite minor surgery, well-tolerated, and a life-saver. The main issue with pancreatitis is that the cat stops eating. Being able to feed by tube solves that problem, removes stress for everybody, allows proper administration of medication, fluids and calories. I had a short trip planned during that period, and thankfully a friend came over to cat-sit and take over nursing duties. I can’t thank her enough.

Since the pancreatitis he had been doing really good. He didn’t put all the weight he lost back on, but enough that it’s not a disaster. And his three old arthritic legs are happy for any 100g they don’t have to carry. I have been letting him out in the garden, closely supervised, of course, and he really enjoys it. It makes me happy too, to be able to give him access to enrichment and stimulation that an exclusively indoor life didn’t provide. It always made me a bit sad, especially as I knew he had lived most of his life outdoors. But he was too old and handicapped to risk it, and until recently, too mobile for me to supervise him in the garden here (he did get to go out at the chalet – different environment with less risks). The photo is of him on one of our recent outings.

Two weeks ago, though, he had an epileptic seizure. Out of nowhere. I moved my surveillance cameras around and kept an eye on him. He had a second one ten days later, just this Wednesday night. We put him on anticonvulsants Thursday evening, but it’s tricky dealing with the sedation side-effects, particularly on an elderly cat who is already mobility-challenged and wobbly at the best of times.

He still wants a lot of things (like me, hehe). He wants to go downstairs, he wants to climb in my lap, he wants to go outside, he wants to go on the sofa, he wants to teach Juju a lesson (Juju, by the way, is doing fine, but definitely overweight – I’m hoping his new diet will work out, because I’m not enthusiastic about preparing myself another diabetic cat).

So we’re still figuring things out, and crossing fingers that Oscar will be able to tolerate the medication and that he won’t have another seizure too soon. But it’s not good news, in any case. I’m sad and worried, which is normal, but that doesn’t make it comfortable. And also, apprehensive, because 2025 has come with more than its fair share of trials, and I’m aware that there is a high risk of Oscar dying in the coming months. And honestly, I don’t need that, just as I’m getting back on my feet. There’s never a good time for dead cats, but some are shittier than others. He might hang in there, of course, but he’s old enough and his health is such a fragile equilibrium that I would not bet on him being still around this time next year. He could still be here for months or more, of course, but he could also go downhill fast pretty much anytime. Loving and caring for an old animal is living with the certainty of grief to come, but the uncertainty of timing. I am very much reminded of Quintus’s last years.

I’ve never liked October-November. It’s dark, and damp, and not winter yet. It’s the in-between season. And this year, I had neither hiking, nor skiing, nor really sailing season. I did go out on the lake a handful of times, thanks to my dad who took me along. But it’s very frustrating and weird for me to have “lost” this year like that. It feels a bit like the first Covid year, you know, where we all felt there was a year missing in our lives. Only here, it’s just for me.

I’m way better but not “back to normal” yet. I have to put more effort into just “managing life”. And compared to before my accident, I’m much more careful about pushing myself. I used to push myself all the time. Now, when I feel tired, I go “oh, wait, I’m tired, how can I adjust my expectations for what I was hoping to do during the coming hours”.

A few weeks back I teamed up with a friend who also felt the need to get on top of her weekly planning, and we touch base once a week to go through our schedules. It’s been extremely helpful and is in no small part responsible for my not feeling overwhelmed by my life anymore. I’ve been knocking down admin tasks lately, blogging more, and even making some headway in much-needed tidying up and deep cleaning.

On the online side of things, I am sitting on my hands, because there are a few topics I really really want to dive into, but I know I cannot afford the time and bandwidth right now. It’s extremely frustrating. One of these topics is how to collate the things I share on the socials into daily blogs posts (I think I wrote about it in part 3 of Rebooting The Blogosphere). I think about it pretty much every day, because I share stuff on the socials and regret that I don’t have a simple way to round up the day’s shares here in WordPress to whip up a quick post with links and comments and some passing thoughts. There is a bunch of things I want to fix on the blog, too, but that will also have to wait. At least I’m writing.

I now finally have a Discourse instance up and running on a server (thanks Oliver!) and I am impatient to start configuring it and playing with it to start preparing for the migration of the “Diabète Félin” community I manage. It’s not for tomorrow, but I’d love to at least get something moving before the end of the year. I’m super enthusiastic about Discourse, maybe I should write a post about it.

But not tonight.

I’ve been writing my “quick blog post” for nearly an hour, my eyes are still tired and my brain is still foggy, so I’ll wrap things up here, go and pick up my old drugged up cat, play a deal or two on Funbridge, jot a few notes down in Day One, and read my book a bit before I collapse.

Sleep is what transports you to the next day. And the next day here is Monday.

Blogging After 8PM [en]

I am on my never-ending quest to squeeze more writing into my life (it’s the ugly truth – the squeezing – I know), without sacrificing anything else (I know, I know), and I’m thinking that evenings could be a good plan. The day before yesterday, I managed to eat at a decent time, and get myself ready for the night, and then have time ahead of me to write.

I repeated the feat last night, though you didn’t see it show up here, because I wrote a post on the diabetic cat website.

Tonight is not that much of a success. It’s nearly 11pm and I just want to sleep (well, I don’t, but my body wants to). What happened? First of all, I got home around 6.30pm after doing some quick shopping, already super tired because I spent most of the day on the lake with my brother and my dad. It was a lovely day. But being on water and hours of active conversation are tiring.

So, I ate a little late.

And then I got lost nearly 25 years in the past, going through an old Metafilter thread, the one where the Kaycee Nicole “affair” played out. If you weren’t blogging back in 2001, you’ll be forgiven for not knowing what I’m talking about. Whether you do or not, you should read The Curious Case of Kaycee Nicole (hat tip: ma.tt), an excellent long form write-up of what went down back in the day. I read it this morning, and it prompted me to unearth the summary I published at the time. And in there is the link that sent me down memory lane.

It’s very weird reading my old comments (I’m “Tara”) in the thread. I was 26. Just over half the age I am now. As I skimmed through the thread, reading comments here and there, I found myself reading my words without immediately realising they were mine. For a few seconds, I caught a glimpse of my online writing self from the outside. It is quite an unsettling experience.

I’ll keep it short (no writing for two hours tonight), but just wanted to mention that I activated the Jetpack related posts plugin, so you have even more choice to continue reading once you’re done with a given post. I’d actually love to have a plugin that gives you posts from the same date over the years, if there are any. I think it would be a cool way to invite people to wander around the blog in search of hidden treasure (it’s there, I’m certain).

Other than that, pretty much each time I pick up my computer to start blogging, I feel the need for what I’ve internally called the “socials to blog” plugin. The one I dream of lets me open a draft post in which my “socials of the day” (but I’d be happy with just Mastodon right now) would be pre-entered, one beneath the other, in chronological order, with prettified links and preview cards as well as a source/reference link to the original update on the socials. (Yes, I know I need to detail this a bit more.) Honestly, I think about it nearly every day. Because every day, I post stuff to the socials which I could really use as a basis for a linkbloggy blog post.

I’ve been pondering more on the nature of socials versus blogging, and it’s now very clear to me that the socials are closer to chatting than “writing”, for me. Sharing a link to the socials is akin to telling the colleague I just bumped into “oh, by the way, did you see xyz, I think you might like it”, or sending somebody a whatsapp message, or (nostalgia) hanging out on IRC. In my view, the socials are highly conversational and chatty, more spontaneous and impulsive than a blog post. Not only because of the allowed length of the updates, poorness of text editing features, and social network structure that underpins them, but also because the “stream” nature of the algorithm presenting the publications of a given platform creates a strong implicit understanding that the only relevant content is “now”. Past updates are like the newspaper of old, good for wrapping fish and chips, but not something you’d want to spend your time reading.

I remember that in my linguistics studies, we covered the distinction to be made between what we called (in French) “discourse” and “story”, two types of textual productions which differ in how strongly the context producing the text in question is present in it. (Of course I can’t find a good clear reference, I’m telling you this from memory, I’d have to go back to my textbooks to be sure more precise.) “Discourse” needs to be interpreted and understood in the light of the “real-world” event of its production, whereas the “story” has a coherence that is independent of the circumstances of its production. To give some rough examples, a novel is a “story”, but the utterances making up a phone call are “discourse”.

Within this framework, blog posts are less “discourse” than updates on the socials. On the socials, utterances (updates) lose a lot of their meaning once the context of their production fades away, whereas many blog posts can remain relevant for years if not decades. So, blogs and socials are not at all the same kind of beast, linguistically, and it would be wrong, in my opinion, to try to make one into another, or merge them. There are, however, parts of the content that makes up the discourse happening on the socials that can be repurposed into a more perennial blog post: the linklog-like stuff, for example. The prospect of doing this by hand is daunting, so I’m dreaming of a plugin to assist me in that process.

Uh oh. See, nearly an hour has passed. The mist is rolling in, up there where my brain lives. I will try and be ready for blogging earlier tomorrow night. It’s a motivating objective.