Subscribed to Linkedin Learning for a month and watched a bunch of videos. This one stood out. Never heard of her, but she’s a hoot and oh-so-interesting that I started googling her furiously, unearthing several more clips of her on Letterman.
Subscribed to Linkedin Learning for a month and watched a bunch of videos. This one stood out. Never heard of her, but she’s a hoot and oh-so-interesting that I started googling her furiously, unearthing several more clips of her on Letterman.
Because I decided that I will not pollute my inbox. And also because I can’t seem to find anything as easily as I can on a blog.
Tried Evernote, Momento, DayOne, GoodNotes…. Go figure.
Good ol’ WordPress seems to be the most visual, and the categories and tags are the best taxonomy-organisers for me.
“Our bodies are apt to be our autobiographies.”
— Frank Gelett Burgess
Took about a week just to draw an eye on my iPad (from reference). I should probably keep my day job.
The way the plovers cry goodbye.
The way the dead fox keeps on looking down the hill with open eye.
The way the leaves fall, and then there’s the long wait.
The way someone says we must never meet again.
The way mold spots the cake,
The way sourness overtakes the cream.
The way the river water rushes by, never to return.
The way the days go by, never to return.
The way somebody comes back, but only in a dream.
Mary Oliver died today.
