I spent an hour walking around Spring Mountain (Vegas’s Suburban Chinatown) while waiting for my car’s oil to be changed. It was a bit like Rip van Winkle, but since it was early, there was no one to confront.
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Her elbows peeked out beyond the covers.
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A slightly tarnished mirror told him a different story.
We went to the park yesterday. On the concrete bench was the twig like leg of a bird. I didn’t look for the rest of the body.
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Iron and Bronze clashed as Jade reigned supreme.
I stayed obsessed with the Max game board, so here is another version, with 1.5″ squares, which is a better fit for our pieces from Animal upon Animal.
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Red and pink foot mittens were scattered in the corridor.
I made a game board for Max to play with my Animal Upon Animal pieces. Originally it was hand drawn, then on legal paper in AutoCAD, and finally now in lettersized format. This is version 9. Lots of little tweaks here and there, but I’m happy with it.
I’ve never been a great graphic designer, but a some time and many iterations makes me passable.
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The grim giant hopped over the fluffy pink goat.
Serpens ni edat serpentem, draco non fiet
(A serpent, unless it devours a serpent, will not become a dragon)
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The cool greys of dawn erupted into color when his eyes fluttered open.
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He discovered the Valley of Mattresses.
Between taxes and other obligations March will be “get real” month. My commentaries will most likely be much shorter or I may rely on random public domain photos to fill in the body here, but this one sentence experiment is worth at least two more weeks.
Beyond that, who knows, but I’ll make sure to give this a proper passage if I decide to move on.
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The presentation froze, but the clock kept ticking.
And it didn’t effect the quality of the teaching.
There must be a better way to do professional continuing education.
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Be careful, there’s a god in every corner.
One of my main takeaways from reading the Chinese classic Journey to the West was being immersed in a polythesistic mind set. My brief looks into Taoism and Hinduism laid the groundwork for this experience, but it took the extended daily readings of this fantasy novel over a couple of months to create the mindshift where it was psychologically plausible to see random monsters and spirits hiding around every corner.
Don’t worry, I’m still an athiest – mother nature is weird enough without supernatural help – but at least I now have a passing familiarty with that mindset.
On a completely different note, here is the Ruthie Foster cover of “War Pigs”.
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The gears seized in a bath of saffron gum.
I did my initial newsletter culling last week, but I’ve been working through all my unread messages in my “newsletter” email inbox. It is a slightly more productive (and less distracting) use of my phone than social media.
It has confirmed my instinct to cut down on news. Even the essays from my favorite authors feel much less urgent only a couple of weeks after they were posted.
Neil Postman’s Amusing Ourself to Death makes a good point that we can do absolutely nothing about 99% of the stuff we read. While the occasional issues bring up a question worth pondering, the vast majority is glorified entertainment that leads to distraction and anxiety.
Not that my other main diet of random youtube videos is much better, but at least it isn’t pretending to be anything other than mere dross. On that note, I’ve been having a lot of fun being “meta” – watching videos about why movies do (or don’t) work. Both at a storytelling level and at a VFX level.
Watching such fare makes me feel slightly more sophisticated than spending 90 minutes watching an actual movie (because I feel like “analyzing” the content). I don’t know how the algorithm is great at creating new fancies to tickle but damn it’s good at its job.