I discovered that a rather delicious meal I ate contained milk. It was unpleasant because I am lactose intolerant. When I experience the symptoms thereof, for some reason my mind has created this little poem (it might be a haiku): My bowels, like water They move me To tears. It’s usually not quite that bad,… Continue reading My Bowels, Like Water
A local artisan who makes handmade leather products (currently totes, hand bags, and journal covers) presented on their work at the Midland Public Library MakerPlace a while ago. I was unfortunately experiencing some health issues and didn’t post at the time. I find the notion they are attempting: a combined artisan studio and mental health… Continue reading Local Artisan Supporting Mental Health
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!
Sadly this is not a post about a Blues music project during the Covid-19 pandemic. It’s just me whining about the fact that one way or another I’ve wrapped up all my tech projects and am feeling something I am not used to (and don’t like); boredom. It’s not that there is nothing that needs… Continue reading Covid Project Blues
Well 14 days later it’s still not horrible, and really much different from a professional cut at this point in the hair growth. I’m surprised, but not about to make it my regular.
Day 1 of my covid desperation (self)-haircut looks okay, but I’ve noticed that if it gets out of place it looks a lot worse than a professional haircut. We’ll see what it looks like in a few days… It probably doesn’t hurt that my forehead is mostly bald, at least for this… So, I did… Continue reading Covid Cut – Day 1
It’s not just that I live alone, nor is it that I don’t think about family (and friends and others), but that I don’t generally like discussing personal details of other people’s lives in a public forum, or for a wide audience. Politics is another matter, but I don’t have family in politics, so it’s… Continue reading Why This Blog Doesn’t Cover Family
I’ve pulled out an almost thirty year old essay about ‘virtual reality’ from my high school years