Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

do I know I know,
or just think I think?

I used to, and logged many of them in a dream journal. It showed thematic similarities cropping up again and again: finding my way back from somewhere... buildings housing an unseen evil essence... suites of rooms filled with my childhood memorabilia... losing my vision or hearing... wild excursions...

what need have we for books? we have direct pipelines to Truth! Newsmax, Fox News the University of YouTube! The Holy Church of Meta! only libtards care for books books are old and musty full of moths and worms and worst of all... dangerous ideas indoctrinating our young with heresies like: people w...

the latest iToy name-brand sneakers shirts with a sports logo ... I shoot with an ancient digital Canon EOS only 2 lenses - the 18-55mm kit lens it came with and a 55-250mm telephoto I gifted to myself I recently brought it to a weekly gathering of old colleagues the following week one of the guys b...

windy day
ice-free lake
exults in freedom

wow - you are really on a roll

somewhere in this wretched hovel lurk my old Fortran 77 manuals. I don't even have the compiler anymore, so if I can find them, they're yours, cheap.

I don't remember ever explicitly hearing the 2nd half, though it was sometimes humorously implied. I seem to recall it more in the sense of "Boy, I'm glad I'm not in your shoes!!"

they're not the only ones!

quiet
as moonlight
on snow

mud - everywhere
from here to the mailbox
and beyond - mud

nope, looks like you got it this time - brought me to Flickr, to a picture of your namesake in what I presume is your backyard, & a few others.

It might just be me & my paleocomputer, but I cannot open the image. It doesn't even show up as a link when I hover the cursor over it... anyone else having the same problem?

It's interesting how each stage seems to have its own players. Starting from bare dirt, the grasses seem to come first, & low weedy plants - then the brambles arrive, to get crowded out by even woodier stemmed stuff, & eventually trees. (Hereabouts, white pines & birches seem to the 1st to arrive, b...

yeah, it is dark - for me the appeal is from a linguistic POV. Just this morning, for some unknown reason, I flashed on a saying we used to bandy about in high school: "Your ass is grass!", meaning "Oh, you're in trouble now!". Why grass? I can understand "your ass" - a much abused body part often k...