Four Hundred Words

I do not post a lot because I do not think I have anything interesting to say, much less have someone else say as they read this aloud, or even move their lips as they read. It is funny when people do that, but not at the expense of their feelings. It is not really that big of a deal at all, which is my point. Furthermore, I do not have super interesting pictures to post. Pictures are really the point of web logging: To log without a picture is to own a leash with no dog. A leash implies to people that you have a dog. It alludes to the size of the dog by its own size. It may even garner compliments if it is a cute or fuzzy leash. However, it does not prove a dog's existence because the existence of a leash dragging pedestrian is always on the table.

Having written all of this, I have hopefully disproven myself, and all of this web log's readers have a picture in the back of their retinas rather than the fronts. (Point of clarification, I picture things in my imagination as just described, and you may picture how and where you see fitting.) (Second clarifying point: I was trying to use the word 'fitting' as a play on words, as an actual picture be it a drawing or photograph may literally fit in a person's mind's eye.)

I now realize that I could have used the expression 'mind's eye' originally and avoided the need for clarification entirely. However, I was trying to weave a tapestry.

Pop Cans

It is disappointing that I do not have any thing to write about, but for the fact that I have so little on my mind, lately. That is not entirely true, because my mind is usually racing at 65 kph. Sometimes, I am able to slow it down enough to focus on one thing in real time in order to perform a given task. I am glad that this task was given to me even if it was given by myself: A self-given task, if you will. This task is thus completed and not performed any longer. The race of the mind then recommences.

It seems as though the loss of apathy frees up a lot of time.

Not Near Enough Time on my Hands

Too much time on my feet, and this is all I have to show for it:


























At least I can see a ball jar pendant in the window. It was fun to build, wire, hang, preserve. It looks only slightly better at night because of how awesome it looks during the day. Furthermore, a timer, remote, or an alternative and automatic switching method seems like it would be approprio'.

In conclusion, time for fun is a fun time to time my fun.

If you are in France, accidently reading this, kudos!

Batteries have been purchased, photographs have been mentally framed, apertures await opening, intent avails consequence.

There is so much excitement surrounding this little car hole that it feels like bragging to even bring it up in passing. Small talk seems too small for the greatness that abounds. In other words, here come some other words:

Speakers
Hanging
Wired
Temporarily
Working
Permanence
Progressing.

That is all for now, please stay tuned for further attempts to confuse.

Busy Post

I am so busy, that I cannot believe it. It is about 90 degrees all day everyday give or take 30 degrees all night every day. The temperature technically has nothing to do with my busyness or my business, however it has everything to do with how I perceive my buzzy nest.

It is rather incredible how little meaning is in those two words. It really does not cause me to think.

That was a fortunate tangent for which I owe no apology, as I give none, however, I have found a few moments (the plural of a universally undefined period of time is equally undefined, however larger) to log on the web as such. For example, I hereby tell the web surfing public that I am closer to having purposeful sound emanate withing the chambers of the car hole as the majority of the necessary equipment therein lies. Furthermore, following flows photographs of a fixture from a former fuming.








































Wow! If you enjoy those interesting graphs of photometrics, you will especially enjoy other ones of similar size and scope that I post later, theoretically, of course, not necessarily. I will now go out on a limb to suggest that Car Hole Blog readers will love the pictures of the car hole with this Ball jar light fixture therein installed, lit, and majestically emanating or else be indifferent towards. Such emanation will be perceived.

I Have Not Posted in a While

I believe that now is the time to post in a while. However, I also want pizza. Heretofore, I will order food by telephone and simultaneously tease my latest project by interconnected network (of computers).

(Jet's has me on hold...)

Meanwhile my barren upper window will no longer be barren.

(I will be having the Baby Pac, by the way.)

Ideas have been coming and going, some less elaborate than others.

Pop bottles, Coleman lanterns, crystal chandeliers, and Ball jars, are all thing that can be hung in front of windows. Forthcoming is a picture of the ideal choice for this application.

(Sausage and mild peppers on deep dish takes 20 minutes? That sounds like a delicious amount of time.)


Please ignore the prominently photographed wakeboard in the preceding photographs as it is inconsequential to the current project aside from establishing a partial history of past projects.

(I have to get going or I will be late to pick up the pie. Although I have high hopes for more dinner theater or at least supper stories.)

Please Forgive the Lateness of My Replying

I have not posted for a while. That is an unspecific period of time during which I have been doing very unspecific things.

Generally speaking I have been early being, and late arriving, night dreaming, but day sleeping, hourly working, yet constantly playing, big thinking, although small appreciating.

Specifically though, I have been Spring hoping, but Winter missing, bicycle sooning, yet snow ski regretting, flower watching, and snowman melting, past reminiscing, however future planning.

I hope this is mostly blank in-filling, but also awkward reading.

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