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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Painting
Untitled~2015 • Oil on Canvas
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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 Letters Of The Deadby Edward Dyson
A letter came from Dick to-day; A greeting glad he sends to me. He tells of one more bloody fray, Of how with bomb and rifle they Have put their mark for all to see Across rock-ribbed Gallipoli. 'How are you doing? Hope all's well, I in great nick, and like the work. Though there may be a brimstone smell, And other pungent hints of Hell, Not Satan's self can make us shirk Our task of hitting up the Turk. 'You bet old Slacks is not half bad He knows his business in a scrim. He gets cold steel,...