Tales from Easement Acres
My father was a farmboy. I’ve mentioned this before, but it warrants repeating. And I’m doing so because, amongst my contemporaries, having such a parent of this surprisingly uncommon background often creates discord when discussing what are “normal” habits and skillsets (as in, people really don’t like to go outside much). One specific example–a debate …
Once something becomes popular, it becomes expensive. I suppose we could attribute that to supply and demand, but it’s so damned annoying when it’s something that I like. That, and the innate desire to remain mysteriously cool by shunting popular culture becomes suddenly threatened. I hate when things deflate my ego. So it was that …
People are really weird about crystals. There’s the crystal cult goofs who I guess think they channel divine essence or something. And was it crystals that gave Merlin his magic? I dunno. I’m not terribly inclined to research it further. But anyway, I was at some outlet with Liz and noticed a bin of geodes. …
I’ll begin with a conversation I had recently with my optometrist–it’s the same dialog I share with everyone who asks me about hunting: Optometrist: “You hunt squirrels? What do you hunt them with?” Me: “Typically a 20 gauge.” Optometrist: “A shotgun? Is there anything left?” This is, without fail, the exact followup response, to the …
This story begins with a little bit of mystery. Well, initially I was just involved with another one of my web design projects. I had previously built a dashboard of sorts–a web page that had embedded widgets. I would open the page with my Raspberry Pi, and plug it into the TV. Then I could …