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may art be with you
Damn, it’s basically spring and I’m itching to do some sketching or painting or maybe all of it all at once and—it occurs to me that, yeah, far from being powerless to achieve all this I don’t really need any extra motivation to make something spicy but it never hurts, either. Last October I gave
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fifty walks, walk four
I’m going to (mostly) skip over the part where the straight face I mentioned in my last walking post re:spring fell and we had another few days of chilling winter weather. Instead, I just jump right into the idle decision that the day had improved enough that I’d just keep walking when I set out
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media: love, robots & cowboys
In between writing code and going for walks I have found a moment here and there to hunker down and keep checking off items from my epic science fiction streaming list. In the last couple months there has been something of a theme as I spent a month or so in the far future and
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fifty walks, walk three
One of these days I’ll be able to tell you it is actually spring and keep a straight face. Once again my rhythm of walks was temporarily interrupted by a resurgence of winter. I don’t want to suggest I’m incapable of winter walking, but two things happen when we get a fresh batch of spring
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twenty-five
I’m gonna go on about this all day and probably longer, but today—as I write these words and post them on April 20, 2026—is my blogiversary. On April 20, 2021, I was sitting in a hot little studio apartment in mainland Vancouver having just moved out there for work and I decided to write an