Still seeking restoration of balance following the craziness of the last few weeks (broken heat/hot water, broken Oldze, familial presence and attendant feelings of expectation, etc etc); considering a return to meditation (I quit a 20+-year practice a few months ago and have loved life without it) but have a feeling it's that lack of balance, lack of worktime, that's leading me there: pretty certain that thinking of restarting is less a solution than a symptom. The day awaits.
While I knew that Voorman did the cover art for my favorite Beatles album, I had no idea about these designs for the sheet music to the same. Beautiful.
(via @WeirdlandTales)
… it’s Uzi: new brilliance from my good friend (and TSR theme music composer AND first interview) Uziel Colón.
This week's MacroParentheticals inbound and I am awake and mostly alive as my left elbow continues its reign of post-shovelling terror (though it pales in comparison to my 95-year-old grandfather's post-icefall broken elbow which, he claims, becasted and with much trepidation about it puncturing the skin, hasn't caused him any pain; my operating theory is that at least 50% of his bloodstream is comprised of poppies or he's like that one Bond villain from THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH that couldn't feel any pain and was a lot better in THE FULL MONTY) but at least all Oldze are liberated and that cloud is lifted until the next snowclouds dump their produce.
Just received a notification that I will, apparently receive my COVID tests in the mail by the 10th. Big delivery week this week: Mac Mini, Invisible Man, Werewolves... oh my.
Macro0067 in +/- 60; the day awaits.
Sprawling, Color-Coded Arrangements Expose the Intricate Underbellies of Mushrooms (via Colossal).
Chops: The Power of Bandcamp in Jazz (via JazzTimes).
On McMinn County and Maus Ban, Media Outrage Only Goes So Far (via The Daily Yonder).
Transcript of the McMinn County Board of Education's Removal of Maus (via The Comics Journal).
Building a metaverse with Chinese characteristics (via The Economist).
Search begins for Ernest Shackleton’s wrecked ship off Antarctica (via The Guardian).
Polar bears move into abandoned Arctic weather station (via The Guardian).
Update: 202202050856: I have ordered the Mac Mini.
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Operating this site at limited capacity, thanks to Squarespace's latest sojurn into cocking up their otherwise useful works and rendering my iPad mostly useless when it comes to sitestuff that isn't text or dog/Gumby pictures so, until I make a decision about what to do here, everything requiring embeds and audio (Socialized Recluse, EarBliss, Quotebacks, etc etc) is on hold.
Multiple options: one, wait on them – though I've been waiting on a bug fix they said would take a bit of time for the last two years; two, to dig my 2011 MacBook Air out of cold (literally – it's freezing in my office until I come in and turn on the space heater) – which didn't work and won't work, RIP little buddy; three, waste countless more hours coming up with workarounds for the increasingly massive failure that switching to working entirely on an iPad has become; and four, say fuck it, spring for a Mac Mini (which I should have done in the first place, probably) and move along sans exhausting and time-wasting workarounds in both web, work, and pod-ding while requesting Squarespace to reimburse me the cost because gahfuckshitalltofuck like that last bit is ever going to happen (the Mini probably will, 60/40 at the moment, up from 51/49 before breakfast)…
… but hey it's the day to liberate Teh (other set of) Oldze (because I had a low blood sugar while liberating the first yesterday and couldn't continue on, mostly because I'm running low on glucose shots which reminds me that it's time to stock up on precious fast-acting life-giving horrific-tasting sugar smackies); the day awaits.
In the very nascent stages of starting up my own Discord server if for no other reason than I want to understand it. While it’s VERY much in flux, you’re welcome to join my space and do whatever it is we’re supposed to do there.
