Oh Yeah, the Blog

Glad to see Nemo picking up the FotoMagico review I couldn’t complete. Why not? Techno-honesty: my current Mac hardware just isn’t up to snuff for reviewing contemporary software any more.

No doubt this will be corrected someday. In the meantime, if you take a look at the latest GRACK! as well as the current version of my FarrFeed blog, you’ll see what can still be pumped out with a 400 MHz G3.

I’ve had a string of GRACK! pieces I didn’t bother to post here, since you’ve always got the sidebar logo to click on at MyMac.com, and also because I was feeling a little guilty using the MyMac blog to push something that has nothing to do with Macs other than having been put together with one. That was then, however, and this is now, so hohoho and away we go:

You really do want to read “Dowser Man,” the current GRACK!, whether you realize it or not. It’s all about hiking “blind” and discovering something quite miraculous. Here’s an excerpt:

This was no ordinary circle of rocks. The stones were chunks of thick flagstone-like material, chosen for their flattened sides, andset into the ground at an angle, so that each one lay flush against the other. The circle of dirt inside, perhaps five feet across, was utterly clean and smooth, with not a trace of ash. In the center of the main circle was a small circle of little rocks less than a foot in diameter. In the middle of
this circle was a perfect, tiny conical arrangement of little straight twigs
like a miniature tipi frame less than six inches high. There was nothing
else around, not even a tiny fragment of trash, no footprints, no nothing.

The preceding few GRACK!s are worth a look as well. Very personal, as most of them are, but they go deep.

Meanwhile, beyond computing, I seem to have bought a 1979 Guild F212XL 12-string guitar. This also involves going deep, and I hope I don’t need to explain. There are some things that just need doing, so I did. I hope in all of your endeavors that you take the personal time and space to understand what really matters to you. ONLY to you, and no one else. Having this knowledge puts you right square on your own center and gives you something that no one can take away.

People speak of having a “run out of the house box” in case of the need to evacuate quickly. You know, important papers, etc. Well, I think even more important is a “jump out of your skin box,” only it’s not an actual box, but rather that thought of what’s most meaningful to you as a human being. You never know when you might need to whip that out to show some kind of cosmic ID. Nobody ever teaches this stuff, but I wish they did.