December is the last month of the year.

Where’s The Writer’s Almanac?

I've been listening to this for years and years. At 2:00 pm on my local public radio affiliate, and download to my phone's podcast app post 2012. I've listened everyday for the past six years. I have woken up to this thing for maybe three. I found it interesting.

I hope they get someone to take over. Billy Collins has a boring voice for radio, but I'll take anyone.

Chris Thile is fantastic on A Prairie Home Companion ever since he took over. Way better than the old host.

It's a new month.

Is forward the only direction we can go? That's what it seems like in all those motivational posters I read. I'd like to take a step back sometimes. Maybe just a moment of rest. But those posters. I got to follow those posters. They motivate, but motivate me to what? Where am I going now?

Summer Goes

Damn, too late.

I'm truly locked out of this blogger. I'm only writing this via email. Once they take that feature away, it's over. It'll still be here though. And if I can no longer post, I can still write comments.

The developer that started the "Sent from my _________" trend needs to get shot.

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I am getting really lazy with my blog posts

 

 

 

 

I wonder if the format of this email will effect the format of the post?

 

So many changes. For instance, I am using the windows email app instead of the web browser based box. I had to get with the times. My privacy isn't more comprised by using it, saving my logins in it, saving my mail, reading every thing. I am also somehow using this in a non-maximized window. Maximized windows are what I use most of the time.

 

I took that pic while walking to work. 50mm on a crop sensor, at F9. Words in cursive painted on top of each other repeatedly. Next week I'll post a picture of some food.

The date is still May 30th, 2017, and I haven't started House of Cards season 5

I took that picture. Too much bokeh. My camera can't meter. It ain't sharp either. A crop sensor with a 35mm film lens. I'll try again.

Ham

Ham

My blog sucks

Oh. Words. Yeah. Great. Periods too. Punctuation is good.

Floating was like laying in bed without needing to wake up on a Sunday morning. The salt water will sting in open wounds and your eyes. But after that you really don't see or hear anything. I would do it again only if I had forgotten the feeling that I had just written down.

When was the last time that I had post?

Strange tense it that title.

I'm floating on Saturday, I'll tell you all about it.

I keep things obscure. That's a trademark.

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