Leece lives here. She’s been taking care of a lot of the minutinae since it all began. Benny got home, dumped his bag, repacked it and right back on the train and was here to support mom in mere hours. The boys and I arrived last night. Elaine and family arrives in a few hours; (Beau) gets here tomorrow. So many people are coming from North, South, East and West. Mom…well, all of us, …
That’s what happens when you binge on books and then run on four hours of sleep. Close the door to the office to dampen the sounds of passersby. Roll my sweater into a ball and use my coat as a blanket. I press the small of my back into the concrete floor. It’s cold. Light headed. Imagining myself a plant. The world is a cracked fading photograph. Fissures in the world …
I Am A: True Neutral Human Druid (7th Level) Ability Scores: Strength-12 Dexterity-11 Constitution-11 Intelligence-13 Wisdom-14 Charisma-17 Alignment: True Neutral A true neutral character does what seems to be a good idea. He doesn’t feel strongly one way or the other when it comes to good vs. evil or law vs. chaos. Most true neutral characters exhibit a lack of conviction or bias rather than a commitment to neutrality. Such …
So there is a bot called “What Would I Say?“ “what would i say?” automatically generates Facebook posts that sound like you! Technically speaking, it trains a Markov Bot based on mixture model of bigram and unigram probabilities derived from your past post history. Don’t worry, we don’t store any of your personal information anywhere. In fact, we don’t even have a database! All computations are doneclient side, so only your browser ever sees your post history. …
Carved out a bubble of alone in a quiet corner of the house. Washing machine and a whir of air. Aware of the clicks of fingers on keys. They do that on purpose, you know? So you know you’re doing something. Tomorrow is a work day. Getting gear together for animation for a student, and design gear for me. Really mostly hanging out while Aidan attends college open house. Wrapping …
Photography is not like painting. There is a creative fraction of a second when you are taking a picture. Your eye must see a composition or an expression that life itself offers you, and you must know with intuition when to click the camera. That is the moment the photographer is creative. Oop! The Moment! Once you miss it, it is gone forever. – Henri Cartier-Bresson Moments. And time for …
It creaks where the bends happen. Better to bend than break. Better to creak than splinter. This is to be expected of all things mechanical as they degrade over time. We are mechanical electrical water filled sacks of varying intelligence. Varying by the time of day, of years, of life times.
Hormones. Pretty sure it’s hormones. Stupid hormones. Elaine shot me a link to a blog post about crying like Holly Hunter in Broadcast News. Some times, Some days Some moments are just sad. A cry would be great. Some great cathartic wave like some passing storm. Leave me clean. But it isn’t there to that point. Not built to a level to pour out my eyes. Until then, I am …
“You’re the best mom in the world.” He pulls my hand so I sit next to him on the bed. “You got fifteen minutes.” I get up and and gingerly go down the stairs using the walls as support. Mornings are not my friend. The body creaks as I reach for the cast iron pan. Heat it up. Start the coffee. “Aidan?…Connor?…Ga-” Gabriel is plopping himself in a seat by …
There is a glimpse of frustration, anger, and could it be meanness? That. Some behavior. Takes me right back to another not so happy time. There is no one ex. I have a small basket of them. Each of them with various behaviors marked in red with the words “never ever again.” Disengage. Get out. Fighting this flight. Alone is easier. Let this just be a wave. Let it pass …
