Well MarsEdit made short work of moving the blog posts caught up in this mistake from last night. I’m grateful for that this morning.
I realized this morning that yesterday I sent a handful of blog posts to my podcast website, which is currently on hiatus, instead of here to my main blog. I’ll correct that later by bringing those posts over. Meanwhile the error that caused that should also be fixed (until it slips my attention again).
🥱 Waking up feeling a little drugged this morning. I’m putting it down to the acupuncture that I had yesterday. I’ll ease myself into the day.
🥱 Waking up feeling a little drugged this morning. I’m putting it down to the acupuncture that I had yesterday. I’ll ease myself into the day.
Last night Jupiter, Neptune, the Moon, Venus and Saturn were all in a line in the Western sky. I stood outside for a while to see them all before Venus & Saturn disappeared below the horizon, but cloud foiled those plans.
Tonight they are in a slightly different alignment, though still visible. However, right now the cloud appears more abundant than last night.
The ocean is about a mile and a half away, at the bottom of some high cliffs. When all is silent I can hear the waves breaking.
I might live in Hawaii, but it is cold here on Maui right now. I’m sitting outside to read with a beanie on, a fleece with two layers underneath and I can feel the cold air against my nose.
🧘 Sitting in the darkness and silence of early morning.
🧘 Sitting in the darkness and silence of early morning.
Sometimes I need something to clear out the cobwebs. Listening to this rendition of Comfortably Number by David Gilmour live in Pompeii in 2016, did just that.
Dan Rather sadly, almost helplessly says it all, Awakening to Tradegy.
Harvested turmeric after being washed.
I was doing some reminiscing online a couple of days ago, checking in on some organizations that I use to be a part of when I lived in Portland, OR. Specifically I was looking through the pages of The Transition Network and Transition US, movements to build resilient communities reimagined by the communities themselves.
In doing so I came across this Flickr page of photos of the Northwest Transition Summit that took place in Seattle - when, I can’t remember now? - and which I was a part of. It was wonderful to look through the photographs and see people who I have not been in touch with for some time now. Happy and inspiring times.
The “End of an Era” Indeed
Thursday, January 19, 2023
Sean Heber has just published this post over at the Iconfactory website, following the pulling of Twitterrific from both the iOS and MacOS app stores. This was prompted by Twitter unceremoniously cutting access to the platform for third party apps. The ”End of an Era” indeed. When I think of the early days of Twitter, I think of Twitterrific. I signed up to the platform within its first year, though I don’t think that I really understood what I had signed up for?
I am not sure where this was taken, except that the country is India. I believe that it’s either the Lilajan River in Gaya, or the River Ganges in Patna. Like other recent photos that I’ve posted, it was taken in 1989.
Photo capture of a slide projected onto a wall.
I was in bed by 8:30pm last night. Not far off Maui Midnight (9:00pm), but still very early for me. I slept well. I put it down to the acupuncture that I had earlier in the day. There is nothing like waking up from a deep, restful sleep.
It’s not the tools that you use, it is the content that you produce.
I’ve just subscribed to Craig Mod’s January pop-up newsletter Walking TOKIO TŌKYŌ TOKYO² — Winter Edition. Running from January 16th through to the 23rd. That’s it. Subscribe and enjoy the read and exploration.
Another photograph from my travels through the Indian/Chinese subcontinent between 1989 and 1990. This was taken near to Bodhgaya, Bihar state, India, possibly on the road on the way to the town. From the height of the photograph I wonder if I am sitting on the roof of a bus?
Photo capture of a slide projected onto a wall.
I’m sitting at home reading a book. Next door my stepdaughter is hosting a party. People are beginning to arrive. There is the sound of music. Voices are getting louder as they compete with the music.
As I sit here reading I find myself thinking, ”parties are so much work, not too host (through they can be a lot of work to host), but just to be at, to attend.” That’s the introvert in me talking.
This evening I am happy with my book. At least for now. We will be heading over to some friends’ house for dinner later. That could also feel like work, though not so much.