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
Untitled~2015 • Oil on Canvas
Unknown
Manuscript
aioGenre: Speculative Fiction
Scene 1: The Children's Playground (Revised - Fifth Pass) The sandbox was a chaos of fine grit and flung plastic, exactly as any proper sandbox should be.
A couple of parents sat on a nearby bench, faces tipped to the sun, occasionally glancing up from their screens.
You'd think the squealing and the bits of sand clinging to every surface would get to them, but most seemed to have developed an impressive filter.
Seven-year-old Eleanor Vance, her knees already streaked with the day's first lay...
A couple of parents sat on a nearby bench, faces tipped to the sun, occasionally glancing up from their screens.
You'd think the squealing and the bits of sand clinging to every surface would get to them, but most seemed to have developed an impressive filter.
Seven-year-old Eleanor Vance, her knees already streaked with the day's first lay...
Poetry
Mr. MacCall at Cleveland Hallby James Thomson - (Bysshe Vanolis)
Mr. MacCall at Cleveland Hall, Sunday evening-date to fix Fifteenth April, sixty-six, Speech reported and redacted By a fellow much distracted. I Who lectures? No mere scorner; Clear-brained, his heart is warm. She sits at the nearest comer Of I will not say what form. II The Conflict of Opinions In the Present Day, saith Chair. What muff in the British dominions Could dispute that she is fair? III Mammon-worship is horrid, Plutocracy is base. Dark hair from a fine small forehead; I catch but...