The very desirable os installer drive. Just in case.
VIII Labour is blossoming or dancing where The body is not bruised to pleasure soul. Nor beauty born out of its own despair, Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil. O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer, Are you the leaf, the blossom … Continue reading →
After picking up a supply of Arkansas Blacks, I spent a good bunch o’time trying to make an angry moment via words and adding about 1500 words altogether to the NaNoWriMo story. All in all a good day. Continue reading →
I can’t always reach the image in my mind… almost never, in fact… so that the abstract image I create is not quite there, but it gets to the point where I can leave it. — Chuck Close Continue reading →
Oddly, much like packing up for a quilt get away trip… or for a stay-at-home blizzard warning…
Prosperity belongs to those who learn new things the fastest.
