The boy has a favorite park that we discovered on Sunday. One of the perks of working from home is joining him on a visit this morning. But of course now I need to work late.
Life is a series of tradeoffs, but this is a nice one.
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Red and yellow monsters shadowed the boat.
Fishermen from Momoyogusa–Flowers of a Hundred Generations (ca. 1909–1910) by Kamisaka Sekka. -
Her elbows peeked out beyond the covers.
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.
Visciola Cherries (Cerasus visciola) from Pomona Italiana (1817 – 1839) by Giorgio Gallesio (1772-1839). -
A slightly tarnished mirror told him a different story.
Dead bird (1919) by Julie de Graag (1877-1924). Original from The Rijksmuseum, via rawpixel. 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.
Big Fish Eat Little Fish, a 1557 engraving by Pieter van der Heyden (from Pieter Bruegel’s 1556 drawing) 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.
Zhongxing, Magong, Taiwan, Mark 高維隆, 22 June 2020 -
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.
Claddau Valley, Fiordland NP, NZ, Bernard Spragg, 4 Dec 2015 -
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”.