22-Wind

Seepage

reality <—> imagination

There are more things likely to frighten us than there are to crush us. We suffer more often in imagination than in reality.

Seneca

Feedback mechanisms as anticipatory anxiety trigger symptoms which in turn, reinforce the phobia. Paradoxical intention consists of a reversal of attitude. Fear is replaced by a paradoxical wish to experience the anxiety fully, and the wind is taken out of the sails. ~Logotherapy by Victor Frankl

21-Edge

Almaden Quicksilver

Guadalupe Landfill, Dumptruck on the Horizon

When I’m lost at sea, I hear your voice, and it carries me.

Heaven Is a Place on Earth by Belinda Carlisle

Thump

meetup.com/Bay-Area-Big-Thumpers-Dual-Sport-Group

Saturday Morning Santa Cruz

Made it there just in time to see everyone take off without me.

But, I’ve my own group: Electric Future


Note: The above movie runs fine in Chrome, a bit problematic in Safari, and for some reason in FireFox only the video shows up, without the audio/sound. On my iPad it does not run at all!

P.S. It’s a good thing I didn’t go. While riding along a dirt backroad, ignoring signs, the group had an irate landowner pull a gun on them – a situation that tied up the excursion for hours and got the police involved.

19-Pert

The WordPress Cupertino Meetup is still going strong (not true – barely limping by) and what you see above illustrates the user interface for website developers starting to use the new block-based page editor, now integrated into core.

Few of you might find this interesting.

The tiny portrait is of Matt Mullenweg, the creator of WordPress.

17-Fess

New Mexico

Silver City – Gateway to the Gila National Forest (3 million acres!)

Ideas are like stars; untouchable. But choose them as guides like a seafaring man on a desert of water follows them to destiny.

Carl Schurz, human

Life is a journey, keep moving. Don’t get stuck or complacent. Embrace change, learn from experiences, and constantly move forward towards personal and professional development.

Chat GPT, machine

16-Barf

Spring Verdure

At the time I now write of, Father Mapple was in the hardy winter of a healthy old age; that sort of old age which seems merging into a second flowering youth, for among all the fissures of his wrinkles, there shone certain mild gleams of a newly developing bloom–the spring verdure peeping forth even beneath February’s snow.

Moby Dick, the White Whale by Herman Melville