Dirt Cowboy Café. Excellent mocha latte this morning.
This is Amber. She is not my dog, but she has been helping her owners and their friends put taps into maple trees.
Toscanini’s Ice Cream: Pilgrimage complete.
Follow up on the Smith Corona typewriter being used as hotel hallway decoration… found a serial number.
This stuff must come from the era that produced The Jetsons.
Years of editing both source code and prose have made my eyes exquisitely sensitive to mistakes in syntax and grammar. Reading this NIH FOA feels like an assault on my eyes.
Holy cow. The performance hit of Mojave on spinning disks is real.