Act of volition, act of contrition
“Mommy, I accidentally hit Andrew on purpose.” Sobbing, sobbing.
The conflicted emotions of a rambunctious 3½-year-old.
“Mommy, I accidentally hit Andrew on purpose.” Sobbing, sobbing.
The conflicted emotions of a rambunctious 3½-year-old.
I went back through it this blog (and my Flickr account) on its 20th anniversary, retracing digital footprints made on what feels like a different planet. Here are some highlights.
A roughly monthly exploration of places in horror fiction — real or imagined, geographical or psychological — culled from The Heavy Leather Horror Show.
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How I hauled myself, two teens, an 80 lb dog, and a whole load of crap 4000+ miles across six states in twenty days using an electric vehicle. And survived to tell the tale.
Stuff I’ve found interesting from around the web lately.
Bubbling this old post to the top given some recent chatter around using traditional indicators of urban decay — trash, graffiti, boarded-up windows — to make inferences using predictive modeling (and, of course, AI). As a system for understanding future municipal resource deployment for spot-fixes and infrastructural interventions — and decisively not to resurrect discredited […]
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