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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
The Stone Bridge~2015 • Acrylic on Canvas
This work is a contemporary Acrylic-on-canvas study based on Rembrandt's 1638 masterpiece "The Stone Bridge." While maintaining the classical composition and low horizon line of the original, this version explores a more vibrant, impressionistic color palette in the sky and adds a second boat to ...
Manuscript
bangGenre: Speculative Fiction
The Cyclical and Infinite Universe of Localized Energetic Releases Dan Carpenter The universe is infinite in both space and time.
Within this vast, enduring expanse, what is often perceived as a singular beginning and subsequent expansion is actually a localized energetic release.
This model suggests a continuous cycle driven by the inevitable gravitational mergers of massive objects, particularly black holes and their remnants, within regions that have reached a state of localized quiet.
The...
Within this vast, enduring expanse, what is often perceived as a singular beginning and subsequent expansion is actually a localized energetic release.
This model suggests a continuous cycle driven by the inevitable gravitational mergers of massive objects, particularly black holes and their remnants, within regions that have reached a state of localized quiet.
The...
Poetry
Hymn For The Class-Meetingby Oliver Wendell Holmes
Thou Gracious Power, whose mercy lends The light of home, the smile of friends, Our gathered flock thine arms infold As in the peaceful days of old. Wilt thou not hear us while we raise, In sweet accord of solemn praise, The voices that have mingled long In joyous flow of mirth and song? For all the blessings life has brought, For all its sorrowing hours have taught, For all we mourn, for all we keep, The hands we clasp, the loved that sleep; The noontide sunshine of the past, These brief, br...