Digital tragedy strikes “writer, photographer, musician” . . . . 🙂 Right hand, long finger, first segment, tendon over the knuckle, AKA “mallet finger” (#&%@! fitted sheet, mattress, and contoured convex foot board). 😦 Splint: two-inch “ski tip” with foam … Continue reading
I see I have gotten a bit loose with the online journal today but perhaps too have turned a corner: one cannot undo yesterday; I haven’t much love of soap opera; suffice it to say I have entered a writer’s … Continue reading
Must all things pass? Closing: “mustang-highways” (also “mustanghighways”) — the dot-com domains I thought I’d have a good time filling with Mustang mileage and apple pie and coffee tales. Didn’t happen. What was I thinking? Where was I going to … Continue reading
When I type “snapshot”, I really mean it, and this one with the Lx5 through a dirty window. Â Nonetheless, it is about 20 minutes past the taking of the picture and things are finally starting to blow around Out There, … Continue reading
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My Lightroom archive derives primarily from “digital capture” and the period after which I built my XP “box” — that would be early 2007. Off the bat, nix the thousands of slides and some color negatives from earlier decades. Â While … Continue reading
I confess to exhaustion. You know when that hot Tuesday night music gig bumps to an even hotter Monday night gig that bumps away to Monday Night Football, that some things may not work, not because they won’t, but, perhaps … Continue reading
Get out the oatmeal bowl. In 1995, I was working for an “ISP” — Internet Services Provider — as a “Webmaster”. Â Netscape was still a recent arrival back then (yup, sonny, sure was, uh huh) and web pages were slung … Continue reading
At last I left the heavier peace and hate-peace group chatyping to others and managed to slip out of the apartment for a combined meeting over lunch and book  shopping in Front Royal, Virginia.  (Highly recommended stops in Front Royal: … Continue reading
Read:Â The Old Man and the Sea. Watched morning: Vol. 1Â Woody Allen: A Documentary Watched evening:Â National Lampoon’s European Vacation Indulged: classic Martini — Tanqueray, dry Vermouth, two olives, stirred — and a New York strip steak from the Amish Market. Yummy. … Continue reading
I’ve just posted four pieces of old short-short fiction. “Tandem”, Â the last published, made it into The North American Review. Â I’m too tired here to go hunting up the year, but I do recall being paid $20 for … Continue reading
“Gal Pal”: married! Georgia Boy, Tuesday Nights: done. Staycation: on. I really don’t want to be bothered. Although there are many ways for being bothered. First to go: the volunteer analyzing, arguing, and tracking both the Islamic Small Wars and … Continue reading
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