If you’ve been here before, you have probably noticed that I’ve switched to a less off-the-wall design.
I think the ‘silly little’ style I create for more pleasant testing of a debug theme for Hugo turned out being a not bad aqua/blue theme.
At the reminder of a friend I added the date of the posts to the post listing, and some personal notes.
It not “mirror, mirror on the wall” but the “sound of silence”. Have I annoyed the folks at Town Hall too much, or are they just busy?
This is my personal site, with my concerns, opinions, creative ‘stuff’, and all that jazz.
A ‘heavy atmosphere’ poem about looking for love in a counter-culture bar.
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Of course, I’m talking about collaborating virtually on the design of a website theme, not a gathering …
We’ve got to get off this rock before we blow it up or cause it to go Venus!*
Hah! I bet you were expecting me to have to be posting about computer-generated art, not art I’ve created with a computer as the subject!
I have taken steps to ‘count myself in’ at the MPL MakerPlace, rather than being stuck on the idea that I have included myself out.
The day I cut my own hair out of ‘covid desperation’
The fourteenth day since I cut my own hair due to Covid restrictions and the hair being way too long.
Sadly this is not a post about a Blues music project during the Covid-19 pandemic. It’s just me whining about something unusual for me: boredom.
To avoid confusion, here is a list of sites that are not ‘us’ and with whom ‘we’ have no affiliation, but have a similar name.
A silly little poem of loss and longing from the archives.
For mental health that you need to remember to take care of yourself, not just others, which explains the frustration I expressed in a previous post.
A local artisan who makes handmade leather products, and has a mental health blog, presented on their work at the Midland Public Library MakerPlace.
I’ve moved my “professional / technical” content. This site will remain my personal website.
A poem and discussion of the problem of lactose intolerance and lack of ingredients lists with online grocery shopping.
This is true despite the fact that I am moving my websites (including this one) away from OVHcloud and includes a shift to using Microsoft 365.
Well it seems I was down but not out. I’m getting back up and getting ready to continue the round. I’m stubborn that way…
I may sometimes seem like I “keep on ticking” no matter what happens. This is as much acting that way in order to try to make it reality…
A melancholy poem based on late fall and depression.
A poem and comments on being imperfect and managing feelings about that.
More interesting to me is that only 3-5 percent match the INTP personality, explaining why I feel like ‘the odd one out’ in local gatherings.
A strange idea came to me in conversation the other day, namely that my schizophrenia helps me understand what it must be like to be Prince William.
A fairly comprehensive talk I wrote about my experience with schizophrenia for a ‘CMHA Consumer Conference’ in 2005.
I’ve been single most of my life except for a brief disastrous marriage and am currently single and happy except that biology hates me.
Poem about the mask we wear when depressed.
A high school essay from 30 years ago about a particular drug cartel – long before the modern opioid crisis.
I’ve begun the process of killing off all my WordPress sites and replacing them with sites built using Hugo.
Poem about moving into a new personal space.
So, a little amateur photography of the icebreaker ‘Griffon’ through the window in my room
Theoretically I know that it’s not all on me, but I’m still tired of my lack of skills for damping down the hate that is destroying us.
Poem about best friends who weren’t
I’ve pulled out an almost thirty year old essay about ‘virtual reality’ from my high school years
I don’t generally like discussing personal details of other people’s lives in a public forum.