May 2013
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A Continuous Lean.: Brimfield. →
One year, I really, really have to go. It would empty my savings account, I’m sure.
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Meh.
I’m ready for this spring cold to be gone. I didn’t know my head could hold so much liquid …
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Dear commercial radio stations:
You can safely remove “Radar Love” from your playlists for the next decade. I’ve heard it six times today, in a single hour of driving. Thank you for your time and attention.
April 2013
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Seen on the way home from a business meeting.
Middle of the street, a rattlesnake. Pissed off, scared out of its wits. A *spring* rattlesnake … as in early-season-lots-o-venom. Dude in a pickup truck pulls a U-turn, parks on the side, and grabs his windshield scraper (about six inches long) and starts to run across the road to do … exactly what, I don’t know. I slow down, roll down my window and yell “I wouldn’t do that if I were you!” I get...
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Very busy here in the studio.
I’m still peeking in.
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Overheard in Santa Fe.
Someone talking about “bobcat eggs”. I spent my time scratching my head, wondering what bobcat eggs might actually look like …
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Ann Street Studio: Weekend Getaway. →
Oh man … I could really use a weekend in Paris right about now.
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Roger Ebert has died. →
Here’s the piece he wrote for Salon on death, back in 2011. RIP, Roger, we’ll miss you.
Later: He left with a smile.
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Thoughts about the creative urge.
This is what many just don’t get about creative people. For the true creative, they must express their creativity every day. Just as the average person needs to inhale fresh air and exhale carbon dioxide, a creative person needs to ingest creativity and express creativity frequently. To stand in the way of them doing so is to not just rob them of the essence of their being … but to...
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Continuing "Spring Fever" casualty list.
Thought y’all would want an update. 1. Walked into three walls. So far. No special reason. Just because they were there. 2. Made tea without teabags. [That went over big.] 3. Nearly sliced my pinky finger off with a simple piece of foil while making dinner. 4. Forgot to turn things on. Helps to turn on the crock pot in the morning, when you put all the ingredients in, y’know? Things...
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Happy Easter!
Got out on my bike, in spite of headwinds, and did my usual ‘fitness’ route within five minutes of last year’s personal best. Bodes well for outdoor adventures this summer (if the national forests don’t close for fire risk). I think I earned a cupcake.
March 2013
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Doing serious writing on Tumblr?
Draftin.com. Thank me later. [screwed up something in the previous post. sorry.]
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Survey: Santa Fe households getting older.
Yes, when you have to regularly dodge oxygen tanks at Whole Foods, it’s a sure sign.
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This will break your heart. →
Scadged from Metafilter: “My Wife’s Battle With Breast Cancer.” The quiet power of a photo essay. You will cry.
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Today's random snark.
To the motorcyclist I just saw driving by: Sorry, no. That’s a fail. You can’t dress like a Hell’s Angel biker and ride a motocross bike. Black leather and bandannas on a neon green and white knobby-tire bike just … ain’t cool.
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Loosening up.
alas, here i have done something dopey, goofy and essentially silly; not surpising, because my sense of humor is essentially childish. But since you’re here, see if you can divine a veiled meaning behind this gross bit of ‘poetic excellence’. [Not.]
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Phew.
Using two different frameworks on two different sites, Bootstrap and Foundation, my brain starts to crystallize into shards.
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I really ought to be ashamed.
A golden oldie, soulful winds want to be with our Dusty Spring-fields.
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A haiku for our ripping winds.
The winds cut my ears and shred the thick clouds above; sage is a ‘Tumblr.’
(heh.)
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Homemade Gin Kit. →
Ya know, I’ve got pounds of juniper berries just feet from my front door … hmmm ….
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Dear Lord ...
there is some nasty coffee for sale in this town. I never knew brown dishsoap was a marketable product.
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Some evenings, for dinner ...
… a simple baked potato is heavenly.
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Draft || Version Control for Writers. →
Looks like it beats the hell out of MS Word. Perhaps I’ll have to play around with it; wonder how it’ll work with Scrivener/ia Writer/etc. …
Later: Teei, those in prose or dactylic tetrameter? (wink)
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It's March in NM. That means wind.
Last night was so dusty, the sunset looked like a shot of Mars. Today, right on cue, the winds turned on at noon. Time to pull out the rake and grab neighbor’s expensive patio furniture as it sails by on its way to Oklahoma.
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