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I took my DJI Osmo Pocket for a walk in the wet streets of SF at night.
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Now that my plan to blog once a week seems to be out the door, I thought it was time to experiment with something new. Of course, I don't yet know what that something new should be. And I'm not exactly brimming with free time to experiment. I've been contemplating a site rebrand for a while, but I haven't had time...
google play books
TLDR Summary: Google Play Audiobooks is fantastic and every bit as great as Audible. I noticed a small syncing inconvenience with Android Auto, but that's easy to fix. Google Home integration is lovely. The big negative: content. Google needs more Audiobooks. I'm sure they'll get more eventually. Until then, we'll struggle with wanting the ecosystem benefits of Google Play...
A new year begins. A new slate of goals, hopes, promises. An inevitable slew of mistakes, failures, and heartbreaks. I'm in my 40s now. The routine is almost ritual. And so we begin the search for meaning, the introspective pursuit of purpose. Or maybe just the drive to continue. As 2018 begins, I'm not unhappy with my life or the choices...
Here's a post from ten years ago. The times we face today are sadly similar to what we faced then. Some things never change. We are the souls of damnation. We are the workers of magic. We are the demons and devils who seduce and entertain. In times of longing, we call forth our minions, the words, the rhythms and rhymes...
empty-notes
If I could sing, I'd sing a song for lost songs. I'd build a room of tunes and wallpaper it with every song we've ever shared with those we've loved, and I'd sing in it. I'd sing of pain and misery, of beautiful moments and intimate memories. I'd sing of happiness and laughter, of heartbreak and tears, but mostly I'd...
angel-statue
This is an old post from an old blog recently rediscovered. If you pause to examine his surroundings, you’ll notice he stands in a prison. But prisons come in many shapes, many forms, and many minds, and we must allow that each of us, bringing to the table our own creative sensibilities, will paint a different image of the man...
coffee and keyboard
Oh. Hello. Who are you? Have we met? I'm Kevin. Once upon a time, I tried to write here regularly. I failed. Now I'm curious why you're still here? To be fair, long gaps in my journaling/blogging/writing history are frequent. In some cases, the gaps have been without excuse. In other cases, the only legitimate excuse was laziness. This most recent...
Scotland
“Boy,” barked the Captain, “do you smell it?” “Aye, sir.” “Tell me then. From which way does the wind blow?” “’Tis as an easterly wind, sir.” “Indeed it is. An easterly wind. Yet we’re dancing with serpents in the heart of the Atlantic, with thousands of miles of sea to bow and stern. What might I smell, if not the salty delicacies of...
On the morning of Election day 2008, I wrote the following post and shared it on Facebook. That night, I celebrated in Chicago's Grant Park with tens of thousands of cheering, crying, hopeful people. As Barack Obama leaves office today, I thought I'd revisit it. So much of the awfulness we hoped to escape in 2008 is the same...
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