Journal
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Reset
Sure, the domain name is the same but the platform and the design are all new. The previous Ghost server was very proprietary and will not allow an easy way to export all of my writings there. Nor would it allow me to import decades…
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The Future
I’ve mentioned previously that something about writing online has to change soon. I’ve looked into the options to host my decades of digital journals with various low/no cost alternatives and they suck. Speaking of The Future, I just finished this book of the same name…
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Ukulele For Dummies
Way back in 2007, I was invited to photograph the Birmingham Jazz Festival weekend and even attended a few workshops. One workshop was hosted by a group of brilliant high school jazz students from the jazz school. The special guest was the blues saxophonist “Blue”…
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The Old Man Was Right
Huh. Way back in the early to mid 1980’s, I had purchased a generic, portable cassette player that I thought was the cat’s ass. I had control over what I listened to and could take it everywhere. I could copy our family’s limited albums onto…
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Why
Why write publicly? I’ve asked myself this question at least once a year, and my answer gets easier every year—no one cares. Writing, for me, is a tool to organize my thoughts and process them. It’s also a log for me to remember and look…
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Why?
Why write publicly? I’ve asked myself this question at least once a year, and my answer gets easier every year—no one cares. Writing, for me, is a tool to organize my thoughts and process them. It’s also a log for me to remember and look…
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Play More
Time to pluck the strings and finally learn how to play this ukulele. Pretty soon it’ll be music to my ears. Not anyone else’s, mind you.
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Rock & Roll
As a follow-up to the previous post, I am looking for good cardio activities with low impact on my knees, so next up is cycling. I recently acquired a road cycle and am slowly getting myself up to speed so to speak. Paired with AirPods,…
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Play More
Time to pluck the strings and finally learn how to play this ukulele. Pretty soon it’ll be music to my ears. Not anyone else’s, mind you.