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An introductory facility, replete with hatrack Update: many new pics in Gallery. Four animated GIF files were made recently, with freeware programs. My independent learning continues, in no apparent direction. Hi, yeah...this page was launched and is maintained by me. How I've survived all these years in near ignorance has me baffled. Probably stumps you, too, eh? But here we are. What's you're excuse for living so long, eh? Anyhow, since you've come looking to see what I've managed with my life, check out my original (and specially selected other) photos. Most of the pics have been electronically trimmed and shouldn't take too long to load. I'm presently hoping to effect a career change. The kitchen's gotten too hot for me, the customers sometimes are frustratingly unreasonable, and the service environment has become agonizingly standardized. I still enjoy cooking for normal, healthy people with good appetites. Sadly, many of those folks choose to eat at home, rather than have to deal with the sour dispositions of today's average diner customer. For years, I passed around the Truth as I know it about salt, fats and proper nutrition, and a few managed to get what I say. But today, it's the chemically-altered customer who rules. I've gotten sucked into some uncomfortable arguments before finding out the customer is a Prozac user, or otherwise talking from behind the side effects of whatever medicine they're taking. I've decided to just do the job with a smile. No more Voice of Experience out of me. The cook no longer will recommend, unless he has in hand a signed disclaimer. It's not worth the headache of "But, you said..." It's your money. Here's the menu. You tell me what you want. That's how it's supposed to be. I'm not your mama. Write me if you're so moved. --D
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| The Long And Winding Road Computers have indeed changed many aspects of our daily lives, from streamlining our daily purchases to reworking our leisure and entertainment. Cell phones give us the option to remain always available. The pace of life is increasing. Moments of leisurely reflection are shrinking and vanishing. As ever, some people adapt, while others remain behind. I miss the old days.
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...the downhill slope... People of our generation know about infirmity and eventual personal death by now. You have come to terms with this unsavory part of reality, right? So, what things have you come up with to fill your quiet moments? Are you making things you figure will outlast you? Perhaps some tokens of your life that can serve to refresh your descendents as to what you liked and promoted during your own earthly span? Music? Prose and poetry? Pieces of furniture, or quilts and other made things? Then there is the best and most enduring gift to posterity - focusing on raising your grandchildren into a working understanding of society's mechanisms and passages. ...it's all good when it's honest and open Our life is a proposition that doesn't go on for all that many
There isn't time for me to continue playing "guess the mystery." I've known for some time that things aren't always as they appear. But even knowing, I call the bluff and insist either the appearance be changed, or the inner workings altered to match the appearance. Don't pretend to care. Either care, or care not.
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The elephant hears the mouse, and both hear the snake in the bamboo. Sound knows no size.
Reproducing that sound, however, takes big woofers and hot tweeters!