convexer’s dumpster site

Hi, my name is not convexer and this is my garbage site. I created this site because I wanted a place where I could be my full & terrible self without worrying too hard about making a positive impression.

Topics of interest include personal shit, gender politics, regular politics, and the modern workplace. I don’t really proofread my posts, so let me know if I say anything that’s just wrong.

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“If I have peed farther, it is by standing on the shoulders of giants.”

: Ubuntu 25.10 upgrade (idgaf about titles)

I visited some old friends in the Midwest this week end, our first time gathering all in the same place in quite a few years. It was a nice time. We have all chilled out considerably compared to when we were young. We were talking about some of the gossip and scandals that happened early on in our group’s friendship, and I was struck by how trivial and petty it all seems in hindsight. Like, legitimately who tf cares, just get over it and move on. But we wrote reams upon reams of breathless text messages about it, back when it was all happening.

I had a nice shuttle ride to the airport in the snow yesterday, I think this year’s first. I have an album that I am only “allowed” to listen to once a year because it’s one of my absolute favorites and I don’t want to listen to it so much that it loses its magic. It is also a very Fucking Sad album, and often my once a year listen comes when I am feeling sad already and need to get it out of my system, which of course only amplifies the association. But I realized that it’s November and I haven’t listened to it yet this year—a sign that I have gotten less sad, or at least better at denying it—and realized that the shuttle ride was the perfect length of time.

Guys, it’s still a perfect album. Reminds me of being young and soft and the sense of wonder that time has taken from me. It didn’t hit me all at once, but I kept thinking about all those sad little songs as I rode the plane. Slept hella in today (a holiday in the US) and woke up with one of them still ringing in my ears. It was the motivation I needed to get out of bed and go outside instead of doomscrolling—no snow where I live, but definitely the first notes of winter in the air, one of those cloudless, cold fall days.

I hope you also have a piece of art or music that is special to you, that you have connected with in different seasons in life, that transcends just a particular moment or a relationship and keeps nourishing your soul.

I hope your Ubuntu 25.10 upgrade goes smoothly.