I made chocolate for the first time. đ
Ten years ago, I planted a seed that grew a tree that produced 3 pods that produced seeds that I fermented, dried, roasted, peeled, added sugar and ground into chocolate paste. It's delicious. The original tree where I sourced the seed that grew my tree was covered by lava in 2018. #food#chocolate#foodforest#homesteading
I went to the dentist yesterday to have my two front teeth worked on. A couple of weeks late if all I wanted for Christmas were my two front teeth đ. Nothing dramaticâjust fillings. My wife and I both carry dental insurance, so I walked out with my wallet still intact.
While I was in the chair, the dentist insisted on nitrous oxide because my blood pressure was running a little high. First time Iâve ever used it. I donât know why I always said no beforeâprobably some macho notion that I needed to âtough it out.â If I were truly that tough, I guess I wouldâve said, âSkip the nitrous, skip the anesthetic, and hand me the drillâ đ.
One thing that always gets me in a dentistâs office is the sound of the drill. It hits the same spineâtingling frequency as fingernails on a chalkboard đ±. My hearing aids seem specially engineered to pick up and amplify every annoying noise. I meant to turn them off before we started, but forgot. Câest la vie.
Not so long ago, I wouldâve slipped away from work for the appointment and headed straight back afterward. Now? I declared a personal holiday and took a nap in my recliner. Thatâs the problem with being able to do what you want when you wantâyou actually can.
I recently poured a new driveway, and thereâs a chunk of concrete from the old one sitting along the path to the mailbox. Itâs not large, and I donât need to move it, but every time I pass it, instead of tossing it into the brush, I tell myself Iâll get to it later. I have time to do or not to doâthat is the question.
âInside every older person is a younger person wondering what the hell happened.â â Jennifer Yane
âBlessed are they who hold lively conversations with the helplessly mute, for they shall be called dentists.â â Ann Landers
âItâs not that Iâm so smart, itâs just that I stay with problems longer.â â Albert Einstein
Tell me about something that you really want to talk about but no one has asked you about it yet, or knowledge you have but aren't often able to use/share
my friend group is not interested in citizen sleeper, and the thing from it that I want to talk about is not even deep â» I just really love how it's made.
I can talk about its' wonderfully done cycles for at least an hour. I love the way everything in the game makes you aware of the passing time and the decay that follows, and how it fraims the cycle of life of bigger things using cycles of motions and actions of people inside them/of their smaller parts, and how the way they portrayed that in the gameplay complements the story and the main idea of the game. I think this part was wonderfully designed, and is just. Neat. Because it doesn't seem big!! It's a running timer Done Right!! But because it's Done Right its actually very big!!
Time-Magazine kĂŒrt "Architekten der KI" zu Person des Jahres 2025
Seit 1927 kĂŒrt das US-amerikanische Time-Magazine die Person des Jahres. Dieses Jahr wurde gleich ein ganzes Kollektiv ausgewĂ€hlt: Die "Architekten" der KĂŒnstlichen Intelligenz, die 2025 ihr volles Potential gezeigt habe.
Well, where do I start? I just fed Charlie, and now heâs here angling for a head scratch. He positions himself neatly over my left hand, the one that often dangles from the arm of my chair. And then, just as quickly, heâs goneâprobably to the back door to stare out at the birds and keep watch for those bad squirrels.
I really need to get moving today. I have things to doâor rather, one thing to do. Most tasks can wait, but some demand a touch of urgency. I could have handled it yesterday, or even tomorrow, but no longer. Today Iâll do the thing and get it out of the way. Hurray.
Speaking of yesterday, I completely blew it off. I worked on my blog, of course, but then I ate lunch and reclined for a series of power napsâeach one interrupted by Charlie or my wife needing something. By the time I finally felt awake and ready, the sun had already set. Darkness had arrived, and I remembered that Dr. Seuss line: âHow Did It Get So Late So Soon?â
Even so, Charlie and I trekked down to the end of the driveway to check the mail. There was only one item in the boxâa notice from the Sheriff. Not of Nottingham, but of the parish where we live. Heâs demanding payment of our property tax for the year. So perhaps there are two things I need to do today. Tasks are beginning to pile on.
âYou may delay, but time will not.â â Benjamin Franklin
âMy little dog â a heartbeat at my feet.â â Edith Wharton
âI like to pay taxes. With them, I buy civilization.â â Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.
"A single Calendula officinalisâcommonly known as pot marigoldâcommands the frame with radiant presence. Its petals blaze in a saturated orange hue, each one slender and slightly curved, like sunlit brushstrokes fanning outward from a dense, golden-brown center. The central disc is textured with tightly packed florets, resembling a miniature sunburst or a woven tapestry of pollen-rich threads.
Light glances off the glossy petals, creating subtle gradients from deep tangerine to amber at the tips. The flowerâs symmetry is nearly perfect yet softened by the organic irregularity of natureâsome petals tilt slightly, others overlap like layered silk.
Around the main bloom, hints of other marigolds and green stems peek in from the edges, blurred and subdued, suggesting a lush garden setting. The background is a gentle wash of greens and shadows, allowing the central flower to shine like a flame in a quiet grove.
The title of an Emily Dickinson poem about forever and now inspired this painting about time, represented by clocks, a clock headed man, on a stairs, beside a grandfather clock, moving towards a door.
The title of an Emily Dickinson poem about forever and now inspired this painting about time, represented by clocks, a clock headed man, on a stairs, beside a grandfather clock, moving towards a door.
The vast Luermen Shengmu temple was built in 1661, but is still beautiful today as generations have carefully maintained it. Pretty impressive how long arts and culture can last. #52frames#time#mobilephotography#samsung#photography
an open air corridor in a temple has row upon row of columns, and in the mid-distance an elderly woman sweeps the stone floor