Journal

When I was born my dad drove a 1957 turquoise and ivory Chevy Bel Air convertable. It’s what brought me home from the hospital that first time. Wasn’t long before he had to sell it because it was impractical once he had a kid. The Chevy was replaced with some beat up station wagon. I don’t think he’s ever forgiven me 😀 I avoid any apps that involve “streaks” because breaking a streak makes me feel bad about myself. Although sometimes I break them on purpose because YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME! ...

Having too many choices is bad for me, but I refuse to give up any of them. You know, just in case.

What’s brewing at Flickr? Maybe I should just move to Pika. Unkept promises to myself.

Am I back? Not sure yet, but I think I’m a static-blog kind of fella. Pure Blog is awesome, and Kev’s done a great job with it. I like it a lot. And yet

A day with family

Posting to the photo blog.

Why am I not making photos?

Linux is nice so I’m using that today.

One True Blog?

Waffling. Home page layout wishes.

Good grief it’s cold out

My pens all skip. Convoluted publishing workflow.

ox-hugo for journal posts, too? Well this is unnecessary.

Waffles waffler waffling

I’ve suddenly stopped caring about computing.

More about Mac vs Linux for me.

All-in with Linux? Some blogging minutiae.

More on Linux. Film scanning.

Tired of the internet.

Mulling over what to do about these daily notes posts. Hugo RSS feeds.