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Carry on with whatever you were doing. Once my fully robotic staff has read your message and added their well intentioned comments to the margins, it will be rolled up and served to me in a copper samovar along with a warm biscuit. I’ll get back to you.
I’ll be able keep at it for a while longer thanks to you.
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The first digital camera I ever used was a Barbie Cam, around 1998 or so. It came with a Barbie Photo Design game, and had a resolution of 160×120 pixels, barely enough for a recognizable thumbnail. Prints were marginally acceptable at 3×4″. Still, it was fun for the kids (and me) to make greeting cards and the like. Continue reading
In the 1930’s, Harpo Marx visited Russia in the combined role of ambassabor and performer. The Cryillic alphabet rendered his name as something like Xapno Mapcase. I learned of this many years ago while reading his autobiography, and have often used it as my online identity. It was a unique alias at one time; less and less as time goes by. In reality, though, I’m not Xapno. Continue reading
I had a pretty nice ride home this afternoon. Peering out through a raindrop spattered windshield at a silvery December fog triggered a string of memories of running a fishing boat out of New Haven, Ct in the 1990s. Exploring these normally dormant recollections pulled me into such deep reverie that I nearly cruised past my exit. Continue reading
Yes, after a long, long period of stability, we’ve sold out, and are looking for a new home base.
This isn’t really the sort of thing that I expected to post here, but it is relevant in that it affects my progress and activity in most other matters. For instance, many if the pieces I would like to photograph for inclusion this site are in storage, as well as most of my photography stuff
I’ve embarked on a mission to regain control of my accumulation of photos, numbering over 10,000 in digital form. Paper prints, slides and negatives amount to perhaps three times more than I can lift. I can easily lift all the digital ones, however.
Like many people I know, my collection of digital photos has grown like an untended garden, the good and valuable hidden and strangled by the weeds of poor planning and neglect. (A lot like my actual gardening experience.)
I’m still looking for a series of photos that I know exist, many weeks into my efforts. It took years to create a mess this dense, and there isn’t a single-click solution that can take the place of my personal judgement as to how these photos relate to one another, or which ones belong and which ones should be tossed.
80 days around the world, we’ll find a pot of gold just sitting where the rainbow’s ending. Time – we’ll fight against the time, and we’ll fly on the white wings of the wind. 80 days around the world, no we won’t say a word before the ship is really back. Round, round, all around the world. Round, all around the world. Round, all around the world. Round, all around the world. Continue reading