note to self:
Do not disappear down into imaginary worlds. Patch the pain, then return. Feet on the ground. Read your books. Prepare for spring migration.
Category: ephemera 2004
mail trucks
I am starting to find amusing the slow progress of the mail truck two streets away, seen through bare trees. This is a little too zen for me, but I must stay here and await the arrival of Food. Yes, I am quite capable of going to Food myself, were my shoulders, biceps and triceps … Continue reading mail trucks
Energy on a Friday
Ruben found me through this blog, and I called him today and talked to him for the first time in about 15 years. He used to be my Technical Director at the small computer company I had for a couple of years before it tanked. “Technical Director” meant that, for anything that ran on electricity … Continue reading Energy on a Friday
the mother of…
It’s not necessity that’s the mother of invention — it’s desperation. And boredom, in a significant dose. Which brings me, in many connotations of that term, to Lookout Joe’s. It’s a busy morning, and I, the Gimp, have managed to coax out myself a seat on the Fluffy Green Couch. So now what do I … Continue reading the mother of…
white pebble 