I watched The Dig on Netflix this evening.
I have authored many programs and self-publish all the ones in which I own the rights.
- Those I am thinking about regularly.
- Those inactive, on the work bench.
··· Prior art.
I am currently at home, in the Sunbury Cove watershed of Prince Edward Island, Canada.
The weather is sunny at -10.1°C (13.8°F) with winds in the West-Northwest steady at 8.6 m/s (31 km/h; 19 mph).
The relative humidity is 52% at an air pressure of 1.009 atm (1022 mbar).
It's 1:55pm in local AST time. The sun will set 4 hours from now, or so.
Before the age of the digital camera, I had my photo taken quite a lot.
My Mother worked as a newspaper reporter, and I suppose I saw photography itself as her job; something not to do when not on the clock. This wasn't her approach!
I provided much angsty teenaged rebellion against having my photo taken, I'm sure. I recall many times, feeling that she was not participating in many events, but rather was observing those from outside, and was being left out somehow. Small perspectives of a maturing mind, not so poignant today. But these have formed me, of course. I am part of all that I have known and all that.
I must say, it sure is nice to find mementos of a happy occasion of the past and I owe my Mother thanks for many, although, I do prefer souveneirs to photographs of myself in various places. I do have a bit of discomfort (or is it distraction) when it's a picture of what I was before, so readily compared and contrasted with what I am in the seeing. No particular reason, all is impermanent and change the nature of things. In considering this and similar today, I thought perhaps, today, I shall take a picture of myself to share. A selfie.
Easily the most boring lesson was History of Magic, which was the only class taught by a ghost. Professor Binns had been very old indeed when he had fallen asleep in front of the staff-room fire and got up next morning to teach, leaving his body behind him.