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I'm a retired architect building systems that don't need "Big Tech" permission to exist. I run a full web presence, mail stack, and security layer for a dozen users on 1GB of RAM. No Docker. No bloat. No bullshit.
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The Artist's Gallery & Manuscripts
Painting
c. 1532 • Oil on Canvas
This painting is another from Correggio's series, "The Loves of Jupiter." It depicts the mythological story of Jupiter, disguised as a cloud, embracing the mortal woman Io. The painting captures a moment of intense intimacy and sensuality. The figure of Io is soft and luminous, her body twisting ...
Manuscript
blastoffGenre: Speculative Fiction
I loved kids.
Especially toddlers.
Thinking back to my first baby, I did mine and his first "Blast off".
Pretty simple I guess.
Just count down from 3 to 1, yell Blast Off!
and pick him up and twist him around in the air a bit and occasionally "get" his belly.
The screams of laughter were addictive to me as much as him.
I did this with all my kids and it grew to all the nieces and nephews and friends.
At one point there were 7 kids lined up to blast off.
Made for a long night of laughing litt...
Especially toddlers.
Thinking back to my first baby, I did mine and his first "Blast off".
Pretty simple I guess.
Just count down from 3 to 1, yell Blast Off!
and pick him up and twist him around in the air a bit and occasionally "get" his belly.
The screams of laughter were addictive to me as much as him.
I did this with all my kids and it grew to all the nieces and nephews and friends.
At one point there were 7 kids lined up to blast off.
Made for a long night of laughing litt...
Poetry
The Dove And The Ant.by Jean de La Fontaine
[1] The same instruction we may get From another couple, smaller yet. A dove came to a brook to drink, When, leaning o'er its crumbling brink, An ant fell in, and vainly tried, In this, to her, an ocean tide, To reach the land; whereat the dove, With every living thing in love, Was prompt a spire of grass to throw her, By which the ant regain'd the shore. A barefoot scamp, both mean and sly, Soon after chanced this dove to spy; And, being arm'd with bow and arrow, The hungry codger doubted no...