Efficiency is Independence
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
The Dragonfly~2015 • Acrylic on Canvas
This acrylic on canvas work serves as a stylistic bridge in the artist's portfolio, merging multi-source inspirations into a singular narrative. The use of the oval vignette focuses the viewer’s eye on the interaction between the mythical creatures and their environment. The piece highlights the ...
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
A Legend Of Buckingham Village.by Nora Pembroke (Margaret Moran Dixon McDougall)
PART I Away up on the River aux Lievres, That is foaming and surging always, And from rock to rock leaping through rapids, Which are curtained by showers of spray; That is eddying, whirling and chasing All the white swells that break on the shore; And then dashing and thundering onward, With the sound of a cataract's roar. And up here is the Buckingham village, Which is built on these waters of strife, It was here that the minister Babin, Stood and preached of the Gospel of Life, Of the messa...