So interesting . . . but the writing you* sent me has no attribution/source other than you got it from a relative. So, what to say. Well, here is two cents.
The writing states: "Bernie married his college sweetheart, Deborah Shilling, and spent his small inheritance on a summer home in Vermont on 85 acres. The shack had a dirt floor and no electricity, maintaining his proletariat credibility, but not impressing his new bride. He refused to get a steady job, so his wife didn’t stick around long, divorced after 18 months."
According to the usual online sources
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bernie_Sanders#Personal_life
and
https://www.biography.com/political-figure/bernie-sanders
whether they divorced 18 months or two years after marriage is unclear, tending toward the time being two years. Suspicions arise.
But no matter. Here is the real giveaway, except for the most obvious--see last sentences of the piece.
His choice of summer property was a cause for "un-impressing" his new bride, AND he didn't get a job--So she left. Seems like pure conjecture, unless it can be substantiated.
So judging for myself, interesting article/writing, but I wouldn't bet on anything being True until proven with documentation and the identity of who is writing this stuff, where published, date, etc.
As for the most commonly checked online sources, Bernie is all about his politics and political career, and how great, etc.
Sounds a little bit like Mayor Pete's Wikipedia profile, put up and maintained by him/his campaign, although avowed by them, "It's not so!" However the metadata for a recently uploaded, then deleted, photo of him, told the tale. Came from him or his campaign.
So who can you believe?
Today I vote for Edward Abbey. His piece on rednecks worth more than the political crap we are subjected to, so that we waste our time debating stuff like I have gotten into above. Our candidates are the best we have to offer? Give me a break. I vote for the likes of Edward Abbey.
Alternatively, your bringing this writing about Bernie to my attention has provided today's writing/research exercise, which I am very much thankful for.
Best,
kevin
PS The first three pages of a Google search on
"In all her years in congress Elizabeth Warren introduced 110 bills. 2 passed."
produced no reputable source for this article--all people, including at least one from China, posting and re-posting a decidedly suspect (opinionated) text from an unknown source.
PPS Oh, this is priceless; I didn't get it at first. "Bernie’s past, including a brief stint living in a kibbutz in Israel is cloaked in secrecy. (It worked for B Hussein.)" A reference to our former president suggesting there was a cover-up, etc., about his biography, birthplace, etc. Opinion/conspiracy!
No . . .I have drawn my own CONCLUSION--the article on Bernie on the face of it is not credible.
PPPS Example of just one of the places where you can find this article (and waste(?) your time), an article purportedly a "contribution to public/civic discourse" circulating for probably for over a year by my best guesstimate.
https://www.ini-world-report.org/2020/02/18/who-is-bernie-sanders/
_____
* From a friend who sent me a copy of the contribution, which can be seen via the link just above.
Friday, February 28, 2020
Wednesday, December 11, 2019
Broken countries
[Written but not sent to a friend.]
Italians. No, they're not that bad, nor is anyone else, my idealist self insists. Only this. If you live in a foreign culture, you will step unintentionally into the smelly stuff you can't clean off your shoe, plus you will never change "them". The foreigners--to you--have their ways of doing things, as an old German friend of mine reminded me often: "They know what they do." The subtext was and is you are not one of them and will never be, so get used to their ways and adapt as best you can without grossly offending, or getting thrown out of the community or country.
Such has been life for me abroad for over twenty-five years. Stepping in it, "Oh, shit!" And do you really think I would settle a purchase in two meetings here at the lawyer's office? one private (without counsel) where a certain amount of cash changes hands, and another where the same thing happens but for the (adjusted) total to seal the contract--with legal witnesses--to be transmitted to the tax office? I did that. There was no other way to get the deal done to put a roof over my head and later get rid of it (did not take place in Italy by the way).
So discovering the ways these people do things is my daily classroom with, most of the time, no dire consequences, except perhaps some embarrassment and constant self-realizations about who I am and where I find myself. Never a dull moment. That's the juice of living outside one's own culture without native level language skills: Ever a classroom and self-guided psychological therapy tour. Oh, and education and therapy always come at a cost.
I do find Italians amusing, and I have written about both the ups and downs of residing in this country and my local area with fantastic panoramas and cultural lessons aplenty. But I walk softly. . . . And I have Italian friends, one or two. It is a friendly and inviting place. Lots of positive stuff, including the food which is more than pizza, pasta, and pane--and the daily obligatory religious ritual at 13.00 sharp, pranzo. I won't elaborate here. It is easier to complain or feebly explain. Just know, I love a lot about Italy including my friends and daily encounters, which are always interesting, often amusing. Celebrating Eataly? goes without saying.
You mentioned that someone you knew had a kind of systemic health problem from which s/he died. Could have been saved with the right intervention(s). So too I find Italy. The country is hobbled if not broken, not easy for ordinary people to cobble a living. A systemic problem. Fundamental changes needed in politics, government and culture--society--so that one can have a meaningful and productive life as well as get on well enough economically.
In the US, with regard to guns and violence, I think it also a systemic problem. Why do people have 'em? and use them, abuse them, and have unwanted accidents and tragedies? Many factors, many causes. Some with guns, perhaps you, collect them, care for them (weird?), trade them, go and practice on paper targets, hunt game, etc. But why do ordinary people feel the need to have a gun? Ordinary people where I have lived in Europe do not feel they need a gun. Of course there are intruders and bad people. But this is not a gun culture, nor a particularly dangerous or violent one--in part I would argue because guns are not a right (also weird!) to have and hold.
Here in the CZ just yesterday we had a shooter killing several. This is so rare in my experience here that to see that in the news is shocking. The same is not shocking in the US. Kind of business as usual I'd argue--because of the multiple things that need to change such that such incidents in the US become out of the ordinary, not common, rare, shocking again.
I am not qualified or smart enough to tell anyone what to do to solve guns/violence/threat to person and property in America. But it is more of a problem than it should be. Given who and what America is, make-my-day is every day and no one is or should be surprised. When you are a fish in the fishbowl, what else is there? You have to get out of the water and breathe different air differently from the tacit ways you have accepted as normal, that is experience life beyond familiar waters. America needs a new normal . . . but I fear that will not be anytime soon. We are so polarized, and I agree with some that we are not very bright as a nation (but if nudged--don't do it--could name a few names).
I find the article linked below interesting in regard to both of these subjects--living in a culture and making needed socio-cultural changes. Not optimistic but seems to sum up where we are. Read if you are interested, or we can just move on and set these more serious subjects aside. I for one am unable because of age, location, and other factors to make any difference. And there's the rub.
The article begins:
https://www.salon.com/2019/12/09/author-chris-hedges-on-trump-the-democrats-and-the-dying-american-empire/
Italians. No, they're not that bad, nor is anyone else, my idealist self insists. Only this. If you live in a foreign culture, you will step unintentionally into the smelly stuff you can't clean off your shoe, plus you will never change "them". The foreigners--to you--have their ways of doing things, as an old German friend of mine reminded me often: "They know what they do." The subtext was and is you are not one of them and will never be, so get used to their ways and adapt as best you can without grossly offending, or getting thrown out of the community or country.
Such has been life for me abroad for over twenty-five years. Stepping in it, "Oh, shit!" And do you really think I would settle a purchase in two meetings here at the lawyer's office? one private (without counsel) where a certain amount of cash changes hands, and another where the same thing happens but for the (adjusted) total to seal the contract--with legal witnesses--to be transmitted to the tax office? I did that. There was no other way to get the deal done to put a roof over my head and later get rid of it (did not take place in Italy by the way).
So discovering the ways these people do things is my daily classroom with, most of the time, no dire consequences, except perhaps some embarrassment and constant self-realizations about who I am and where I find myself. Never a dull moment. That's the juice of living outside one's own culture without native level language skills: Ever a classroom and self-guided psychological therapy tour. Oh, and education and therapy always come at a cost.
I do find Italians amusing, and I have written about both the ups and downs of residing in this country and my local area with fantastic panoramas and cultural lessons aplenty. But I walk softly. . . . And I have Italian friends, one or two. It is a friendly and inviting place. Lots of positive stuff, including the food which is more than pizza, pasta, and pane--and the daily obligatory religious ritual at 13.00 sharp, pranzo. I won't elaborate here. It is easier to complain or feebly explain. Just know, I love a lot about Italy including my friends and daily encounters, which are always interesting, often amusing. Celebrating Eataly? goes without saying.
You mentioned that someone you knew had a kind of systemic health problem from which s/he died. Could have been saved with the right intervention(s). So too I find Italy. The country is hobbled if not broken, not easy for ordinary people to cobble a living. A systemic problem. Fundamental changes needed in politics, government and culture--society--so that one can have a meaningful and productive life as well as get on well enough economically.
In the US, with regard to guns and violence, I think it also a systemic problem. Why do people have 'em? and use them, abuse them, and have unwanted accidents and tragedies? Many factors, many causes. Some with guns, perhaps you, collect them, care for them (weird?), trade them, go and practice on paper targets, hunt game, etc. But why do ordinary people feel the need to have a gun? Ordinary people where I have lived in Europe do not feel they need a gun. Of course there are intruders and bad people. But this is not a gun culture, nor a particularly dangerous or violent one--in part I would argue because guns are not a right (also weird!) to have and hold.
Here in the CZ just yesterday we had a shooter killing several. This is so rare in my experience here that to see that in the news is shocking. The same is not shocking in the US. Kind of business as usual I'd argue--because of the multiple things that need to change such that such incidents in the US become out of the ordinary, not common, rare, shocking again.
I am not qualified or smart enough to tell anyone what to do to solve guns/violence/threat to person and property in America. But it is more of a problem than it should be. Given who and what America is, make-my-day is every day and no one is or should be surprised. When you are a fish in the fishbowl, what else is there? You have to get out of the water and breathe different air differently from the tacit ways you have accepted as normal, that is experience life beyond familiar waters. America needs a new normal . . . but I fear that will not be anytime soon. We are so polarized, and I agree with some that we are not very bright as a nation (but if nudged--don't do it--could name a few names).
I find the article linked below interesting in regard to both of these subjects--living in a culture and making needed socio-cultural changes. Not optimistic but seems to sum up where we are. Read if you are interested, or we can just move on and set these more serious subjects aside. I for one am unable because of age, location, and other factors to make any difference. And there's the rub.
The article begins:
The United States is sick with income and other forms of social inequality. It suffers from cruelty, loneliness, greed, gangster capitalism, white supremacy, violence, sexism and a culture of ignorance and distraction. Our broken political system does not encourage critical thinking or nurture a capacity for responsible, engaged citizenship.Here is the link.
https://www.salon.com/2019/12/09/author-chris-hedges-on-trump-the-democrats-and-the-dying-american-empire/
Wednesday, December 4, 2019
Birthday voucher
[Give your squeeze new underwear for her birthday along with this voucher to redeem.]
Birthday Coupon
30
plus, but who is counting?
and
said you can't be a mounting?
Happy
Birthday to the girl
at
her age can have a whirl:
And
feel something hot and sexy,
say,
eating food, some Tex-Mexy.
But
it's up to you to decide.
Have
spicy food, or lose those pants--for a Ride!
Saturday, November 9, 2019
Silly ditty
If each other we would see,
set a time to make it be.
For time is life, don't you know,
without its measure we must go.
Our days are undeser'ved gifts
within the which--admit--we ever shifts:
From that to this and back to that,
after what?--ain't it true--back we sat,
wondering if wise and best we chose.
Shared we moments with those . . . so dear we hold?
before the gifter says, "There, there. Be bold."
I would shout indeed a yea:
Let not reticence waste a day.
If you're like to think the same,
let us quit the bench and join the game.
I would ring to enter at your gate
and en'tain long and mutual discourse--
well, at least enough gossip us to sate
till next we meet thus absolved, no remorse.
So when we knocks, do let us in.
Won't stay long, too much info is a sin.
set a time to make it be.
For time is life, don't you know,
without its measure we must go.
Our days are undeser'ved gifts
within the which--admit--we ever shifts:
From that to this and back to that,
after what?--ain't it true--back we sat,
wondering if wise and best we chose.
Shared we moments with those . . . so dear we hold?
before the gifter says, "There, there. Be bold."
I would shout indeed a yea:
Let not reticence waste a day.
If you're like to think the same,
let us quit the bench and join the game.
I would ring to enter at your gate
and en'tain long and mutual discourse--
well, at least enough gossip us to sate
till next we meet thus absolved, no remorse.
So when we knocks, do let us in.
Won't stay long, too much info is a sin.
Sunday, July 28, 2019
Re-framing and re-affirming
_A Puma in the Tree_ is about the importance of kindness and identity. We are flawed and get together, and do stuff, regardless of whether it is the best course ahead judged subjectively, by our self-narrator, or objectively--by the you reader/observer.
A revised edition is due soon and will be free to download.
Having escaped The City, Eh-em cautiously reveals himself in fictional Upton. Art and attachments as well as real and imagined traumas prevent rapid progress. But this nice guy wins and gets the girl. Is it another dead end or their beginning? A second coming of age mixes postmodern bits with recurrent images. One's story and kindness might fix who they become in the spaces uncovered.
_A Penny Drops_ is about lack of self knowledge and clarity of action-decision in the running course of things. Only experience and mounting social pressures do we, sometimes, open our eyes and take the next best step.
The draft will be finished soon and will be free to download.
He can have the wholesome girl next door, the pretty nympho-psychologist, the wealthy spirit guide, or a flawed beauty queen. What must he discover to have his heart's desire?
A revised edition is due soon and will be free to download.
Having escaped The City, Eh-em cautiously reveals himself in fictional Upton. Art and attachments as well as real and imagined traumas prevent rapid progress. But this nice guy wins and gets the girl. Is it another dead end or their beginning? A second coming of age mixes postmodern bits with recurrent images. One's story and kindness might fix who they become in the spaces uncovered.
_A Penny Drops_ is about lack of self knowledge and clarity of action-decision in the running course of things. Only experience and mounting social pressures do we, sometimes, open our eyes and take the next best step.
The draft will be finished soon and will be free to download.
He can have the wholesome girl next door, the pretty nympho-psychologist, the wealthy spirit guide, or a flawed beauty queen. What must he discover to have his heart's desire?
Headlines and teasers, their effects
[Yes. After consideration and no space to just place stuff, here we go again . . . I re-framed why I shut this thing down exactly two years ago.]
from Hyperallergic Weekend, July 28, 2019, with >>s
In Praise of Painting's Ambiguity: The literalism of 1960s Formalism has been replaced by an insistence on the factual, which leaves little room for the imagination or for speculation.
John Yau
>>The factual is always and everywhere provocation to imagine and speculate.
The Defiant Undercurrents of Feminine Art: While many of Julia Kuhl’s paintings are funny and provocative others are more troubling, alluding to the ways women’s personal, professional, and sexual boundaries often go broadly unacknowledged.
Megan N. Liberty
>>And how would a painting allude if not only through an interpretation? Let me see/decide for myself. Key-tag for visual scrutiny, _boundary_.
Our Love for Fetishes: Sculptor Margaret Wharton and painter Issy Wood are both open to the irrational currents flowing through our lives.
John Yau
>>How much like me would they, or their works, be? Or if flowing through (all) our lives, what's the big deal?
A Curator's Perspective on Davide Sorrenti's Fashion Photography: The photographer captured the currents of hip hop, skater, grunge, and rave culture that flourished in downtown Manhattan in the 1990s.
Nicole Miller
>>Only voyeurs who wish to expand their breadth of visual coup count need peep.
An Unlikely Marriage of Science and Art: In the hate-convulsed worldscape of today, Heather Dewey-Hagborg proposes oxytocin as that long looked-for potion: The Love Drug.
Anthony Haden-Guest
>>The differences in responses to "different types" of oxytocin among males and females suggests Heather may not be onto something, at least as far as males are concerned. And she can't be suggesting we have more amourous females than males running around. What images come to mind with that solution to the hate-convulsed worldscape? Okay, many if not most males are so easily distracted. But after the post-coital smoke? er vape? What then?
Jamila Woods and Her Ancestral Spirits: Woods’s new album Legacy! Legacy! is framed by the presence of a larger community — the enacted community of choir singing and an imagined community of Black artists.
Lucas Fagen
>>How present, or large, can "a larger community" be if confined to a choir, much less combined with an imagined group of whatever sort? Read, or dismiss for lack of coherence.
Dora Maar, More than a Surrealist Muse: The Centre Pompidou’s Dora Maar honors Picasso’s famous muse for the pivotal part she clearly, and often daringly, played in the establishment of the European avant-garde.
Eileen G'Sell
>>An almost unknown--to me--muse had a pivotal part to play and I am just now re-minded of her name? Bold claims for establishing if even partly something pan-european . . . I should have been aware . . .
from Hyperallergic Weekend, July 28, 2019, with >>s
In Praise of Painting's Ambiguity: The literalism of 1960s Formalism has been replaced by an insistence on the factual, which leaves little room for the imagination or for speculation.
John Yau
>>The factual is always and everywhere provocation to imagine and speculate.
The Defiant Undercurrents of Feminine Art: While many of Julia Kuhl’s paintings are funny and provocative others are more troubling, alluding to the ways women’s personal, professional, and sexual boundaries often go broadly unacknowledged.
Megan N. Liberty
>>And how would a painting allude if not only through an interpretation? Let me see/decide for myself. Key-tag for visual scrutiny, _boundary_.
Our Love for Fetishes: Sculptor Margaret Wharton and painter Issy Wood are both open to the irrational currents flowing through our lives.
John Yau
>>How much like me would they, or their works, be? Or if flowing through (all) our lives, what's the big deal?
A Curator's Perspective on Davide Sorrenti's Fashion Photography: The photographer captured the currents of hip hop, skater, grunge, and rave culture that flourished in downtown Manhattan in the 1990s.
Nicole Miller
>>Only voyeurs who wish to expand their breadth of visual coup count need peep.
An Unlikely Marriage of Science and Art: In the hate-convulsed worldscape of today, Heather Dewey-Hagborg proposes oxytocin as that long looked-for potion: The Love Drug.
Anthony Haden-Guest
>>The differences in responses to "different types" of oxytocin among males and females suggests Heather may not be onto something, at least as far as males are concerned. And she can't be suggesting we have more amourous females than males running around. What images come to mind with that solution to the hate-convulsed worldscape? Okay, many if not most males are so easily distracted. But after the post-coital smoke? er vape? What then?
Jamila Woods and Her Ancestral Spirits: Woods’s new album Legacy! Legacy! is framed by the presence of a larger community — the enacted community of choir singing and an imagined community of Black artists.
Lucas Fagen
>>How present, or large, can "a larger community" be if confined to a choir, much less combined with an imagined group of whatever sort? Read, or dismiss for lack of coherence.
Dora Maar, More than a Surrealist Muse: The Centre Pompidou’s Dora Maar honors Picasso’s famous muse for the pivotal part she clearly, and often daringly, played in the establishment of the European avant-garde.
Eileen G'Sell
>>An almost unknown--to me--muse had a pivotal part to play and I am just now re-minded of her name? Bold claims for establishing if even partly something pan-european . . . I should have been aware . . .
Monday, July 10, 2017
Shut this blog down
The two novels, A Puma in the Tree and A Penny Drops, written over a three year period, show remarkable similarities such that I should revisit several questions as to themes and origins, these now in some conflict with earlier assertions.
Each novel features a heterosexual male around thirty obsessed with reflecting on past and just-passed events or interchanges, thereby convincing himself he has become more aware, maybe enlightened--he thinks so because of "discovered," quasi-touchstone principles he articulates not as well as the first or famous who did so. The distant past does not figure in retrospections except to suggest each "hero" should take a more careful look to see what if anything is really there to deal with, or that figures in who he is now.
The protagonists encounter in the course of their days people, mostly women, who intrigue and interest them, finding in the end that the most human among the women is the logical choice for deeper involvement. They, our heroes, abandon, for the most part, contacts with friends and girlfriends. Each is both predator and predatee and can't decide what or who to blame for acts and impulses they feel. Each suspects hormones, or whatever other physiological chimera to point to as excuse for never-outrageous yet to each extraordinary moments.
Each protagonist is drawn to beauty in people and places but they reveal little of their own attractiveness that others seem to find in them. Each thinks his some measure of sweeter-than-thou kindness, un-realistic openness and restraint, and hyper-protestant earnestness will save him, and the world? but salvation from what they don't seem to know. Each is subject to emotional setbacks, but return to persist in moral-like behavior without religious affiliation or other anchor.
Both characters find themselves in featureless rural towns in the western U.S. as newcomers starting again. They are prone to make observations about people and places that over time must be revised. Although work or career figure into plot progression, the stories are more about working through relationships and discovering each's identity. The importance of friendship and older, more experienced characters figure in both accounts. Eating and drinking at bars and restaurants provide settings for forgetting, avoiding, and superficial connecting. Each describes what he sees in details corresponding to needs and wants, including limitations because of age and stage of life. There is little notice or judgment as to gender or race or other demographic characteristics. Also, there is no violence or unpleasant character that the protagonists need encounter.
The titles for each work are telling in the use of the indefinite pronoun. Thus the tentative nature of things, uncertainties, unknowns pervade life as each character lives it. People somehow struggle through, evidentially revealing their essential goodness, and that is a foundation for acceptance and love to be valued in the end.
Enough already--thus to say in effect the two books are more the same than different. The experiment to create a second novel different from the first has failed, although one story might be more literary than the other (meta-fictional), or more interesting to follow the short journey to its conclusion (testosterone drives choice among three or four mate-material candidates).
This blog has been to sort me out. At the outset, I left that to the reader, should there be one, thinking that if interested:
Writing for no audience proves instructive again. I am okay having come this far, but there is yet something more to be learned, and harder work to be done . . . to create and discover a truth or two without artifice.
In view of this milestone, it will be soon time to shut this blog down and let the next project take me to, please, a different and less navel-gazing posture.
Yet, it's been fun and challenging.
Each novel features a heterosexual male around thirty obsessed with reflecting on past and just-passed events or interchanges, thereby convincing himself he has become more aware, maybe enlightened--he thinks so because of "discovered," quasi-touchstone principles he articulates not as well as the first or famous who did so. The distant past does not figure in retrospections except to suggest each "hero" should take a more careful look to see what if anything is really there to deal with, or that figures in who he is now.
The protagonists encounter in the course of their days people, mostly women, who intrigue and interest them, finding in the end that the most human among the women is the logical choice for deeper involvement. They, our heroes, abandon, for the most part, contacts with friends and girlfriends. Each is both predator and predatee and can't decide what or who to blame for acts and impulses they feel. Each suspects hormones, or whatever other physiological chimera to point to as excuse for never-outrageous yet to each extraordinary moments.
Each protagonist is drawn to beauty in people and places but they reveal little of their own attractiveness that others seem to find in them. Each thinks his some measure of sweeter-than-thou kindness, un-realistic openness and restraint, and hyper-protestant earnestness will save him, and the world? but salvation from what they don't seem to know. Each is subject to emotional setbacks, but return to persist in moral-like behavior without religious affiliation or other anchor.
Both characters find themselves in featureless rural towns in the western U.S. as newcomers starting again. They are prone to make observations about people and places that over time must be revised. Although work or career figure into plot progression, the stories are more about working through relationships and discovering each's identity. The importance of friendship and older, more experienced characters figure in both accounts. Eating and drinking at bars and restaurants provide settings for forgetting, avoiding, and superficial connecting. Each describes what he sees in details corresponding to needs and wants, including limitations because of age and stage of life. There is little notice or judgment as to gender or race or other demographic characteristics. Also, there is no violence or unpleasant character that the protagonists need encounter.
The titles for each work are telling in the use of the indefinite pronoun. Thus the tentative nature of things, uncertainties, unknowns pervade life as each character lives it. People somehow struggle through, evidentially revealing their essential goodness, and that is a foundation for acceptance and love to be valued in the end.
Enough already--thus to say in effect the two books are more the same than different. The experiment to create a second novel different from the first has failed, although one story might be more literary than the other (meta-fictional), or more interesting to follow the short journey to its conclusion (testosterone drives choice among three or four mate-material candidates).
This blog has been to sort me out. At the outset, I left that to the reader, should there be one, thinking that if interested:
Here is a bunch of stuff. People are complex. Now, see if you can get a picture of who is talking here. I hope you find in the process something interesting or entertaining or both. Or, please agree or disagree with me.As evidence for sorting myself out, given that I gave the time and focus to what I have posted thus far, this post could be along the lines of,
Hey, I figured something out, that the so-called novels I was playing with also during this process, artificial things that they are, are just stories from flow states, or the recorded up-wellings from somewhere inside me. End of story and stories. They are as reflections or propaganda, not what I would have had them be, things outside myself to hold up and contemplate. Works of an impersonal nature, not reflections of my deeper self.I was wrong.
Writing for no audience proves instructive again. I am okay having come this far, but there is yet something more to be learned, and harder work to be done . . . to create and discover a truth or two without artifice.
In view of this milestone, it will be soon time to shut this blog down and let the next project take me to, please, a different and less navel-gazing posture.
Yet, it's been fun and challenging.
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