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I reached over for my faux beer and accidentally poked the close button for Scrivener, gotta be more careful about where I put the windows
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A Shaker Ball
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When I Was A Boy
See that picture? That was me Grass-stained shirt and dusty knees Miss you, Mom.
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Faux Beer
I had gotten some hop seltzer from Sierra Nevada at the grocery store, just hop flavored seltzer water, that’s all it was. And it was really good. The crisp refreshing taste of a light beer, but no alcohol. I easily drank a six pack that evening, and then felt
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Weird “problem” typing on the Vision: focusing on the screen where I’m writing, because if my ADHD brain gets distracted by one of these other floating windows, there’s a good change the Vision will pick up my hands as making a selection, and suddenly I’ll be in
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The cat has managed to steal and hide my last hair band. I’ve resorted to kerchiefs to get my chores done.
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Want and need more coffee. Coffee and writing don’t have to wait, don’t have to be mutually exclusive. Maybe that’s the lesson of the Vision, that computing isn’t confined anymore. Computing can happen all around you, as you make your way through the day. Right now
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Trying to get technical advice from the twenty something behind the counter at the head shop and you realize that you’ve been smoking weed for longer than they’ve been alive
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Crimini
I got these mushrooms because they looked yummy, but I wasn't sure what to do with them. Per Alice Waters in the Art of Simple Food, I just sautéed them in olive oil with a generous blast of smoked kosher salt. She suggested mixing a bit of crème
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I trashed my kitchen last night, was too tired to clean it, told myself I’d do it in the morning, and then I did. Full moon’s a real thing.
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TIL Napoleon’s penis resides just outside New York City in a urologist’s private collection.