Listening to Bob Marley on vinyl.
There’s something about dropping the needle and flipping the LP when the side is over. You own the medium. Nobody knows you are listening . It’s analog. You’re playing a collection of songs from one artist (maybe not all great) in the order chosen by the artist
I had not tried shell inside #emacs for a while. File name completion works now. Time for another look.
You should always second guess yourself if you have to do something outside emacs.
All’s quiet on the western front.
Happy 4192 day.
September 11, 1985 at Rivverfront stadium in Cincinnati.
Finished reading: Gilead by Marilynne Robinson 📚
Worth reading. Not light . Will make you re-think many things about how you view the world, people, etc.
I finished my 18 year 2190 mile project of hiking the Appalachian Trail.
Is it finally time to get rid of my RS232 crossover connector?
If you like Hollywood action movies, I recommend “F1”. Constant action. Enough of a plot. Some parts really play well on “the big screen”.
Day 30: solitude. A beautiful morning alone atop Mt Everett in Massachusetts.
Day 29: winding. More than enough rope to hang a bear bag.
Day 29: winding. This singer sewing machine aboard the “Fram” in Oslo reminds me of a very similar model my grandmother had. There was lots of winding and unwinding of spools of thread.
Day 28: ephemeral. This post will last until mic ro.blog goes away.
Day 27: collective: Peace is a collective effort.
Day 26: bridge. Building a bridge at Caroline furnace with the Potomac Appalachian Trail Club. Cedar logs smell very nice when cut.
Day 25: decay. Forum Romanum. Nihil in aeturnum manet.
Day 24: bloom. One of the prettiest flower arrangements we’ve gotten in a while.
Day 23: fracture. A model of the Norwegian polar exploration ship “Fram” amid much fractured ice.