This tree watched with the other trees as the studio reconstruction project finally saw some progress.
The “foundation” is square and level (within 1-2 inches, which is my margin-of-error for this type of project), and I have begun putting the skeleton back together. Then it started to rain again so I went back inside.
[daily log: walking, 2km; pickaxing mud and roots, 2hr]
Month: February 2021
Caveat: Poem #1673 “It failed to answer”
ㅁ There is a bird there: the branch outside my window. So I said, "Hi bird!"
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #772
This tree has failed to detach from my treehouse, despite some very windy days.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #1672 “Reliability”
ㅁ my clockwork bladder awakens me each morning right at five-fifteen
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #771
This tree observed a change in the weather.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #1671 “The elder gods”
ㅁ antisocial potholes vagrant potholes migratory potholes geologic potholes random potholes unexpected potholes cowardly potholes illusory potholes amoebic potholes epistemic potholes inchoate potholes abyssal potholes the car's tires roll and dodge across, up, through, around, among, between... and fail lurking potholes somnolent potholes narcotic potholes welcoming potholes
– a quennet.
Caveat: Tree #770
This tree reached for the setting sun, but failed to catch it.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: Frame Shop Journal #2
The frames I completed this week were these.
Caveat: Poem #1670 “How it works in a rainforest”
ㅁ The Fall had the rain. But then Winter was rainy. Rain now hints of Spring.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #769
This tree malingered beneath a dawn moon.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1669 “Phenomenology”
ㅁ There's no perfection. There are eddies and currents. There will be events.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #768
This tree noticed it had snowed.
[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1668 “Synecdoche”
ㅁ Symbols of weather distribute themselves like clouds... well, in fact, they're clouds.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #767
This tree is making an effort, despite its youth.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Caveat: Poem #1667 “The continent’s defeat at its edge”
ㅁ In water's empire - its satrapies of damp trees - snow conquers nothing.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #766
This tree was dead, but towered over other, living siblings.
[daily log: walking, 2km; pickaxing holes in the mud and rocks, 3hr]
Caveat: Poem #1666 “Events in a darkroom”
ㅁ Wind, purple clouds hanging, spots of blackness, patches of white snow, something greenish, or brown, inchoate shapes emerging, gravel on the gray road, waiting, the sky's first light rendering the world.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #765
This tree saw the snow turn back to rain.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: Poem #1665 “The bucket”
ㅁ I overturned the bucket, gave a thunk, a big, round chunk of ice hit the cold ground, to sit.
– an englyn penfyr.
Caveat: Tree #764
This tree saw the rain had turned to snow.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Caveat: Poem #1664 “Their ghosts are there watching”
ㅁ There beside the road, I see some bones, abandoned by their denizens.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #763
This tree saw fast-rushing water over ice.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: Frame Shop Journal #1
My duties at the gift shop are focused around my role as the “frame shop guy” – the gift shop is the only retail location on the island that does custom picture framing, and there is a fairly steady demand for this service. Wayne, the store’s owner (along with his wife Donna), was the guy who brought this service to the island when they opened the gift shop a bit over 20 years ago.
Working two days a week, there is enough to do in the frame shop that that is mostly what I do. I enjoy it, as it allows me to express my creative side a bit more than most other aspects of working in the store. I have decided to keep a picture journal of the frames I put together. The pictures below are from the last 2 weeks. I’ll maybe post this picture journal once a week or once every two weeks. The things being framed are quite diverse, from parents memorializing their kids’ drawings or paintings to fine art (often local native art) to photography to motivational posters.
Caveat: Poem #1663 “Social media”
ㅁ First, I click the thing, and then I think to myself, why did I click that?
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #762
This tree stood aside for a frozen waterfall.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1662 “Serious business”
ㅁ The cormorant squawked, and as if interrupted, flew away annoyed.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #761
This tree presented its silhouette to the road.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km; retailing, 6hr]
Caveat: Poem #1661 “Not so innocent”
ㅁ Rain abuses snow, exploits its caducity, abrogates its dreams.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #760
This tree celebrated Presidents Day.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km]
Caveat: Yet Another Map Server
I took the first steps over this past weekend and today to publish a new map server website. Here is a screenshot of its current status in my browser.
This is, maybe, the fourth map server I’ve built from scratch using the OSM (openstreetmap.org) architecture, which is open source.
Partly, I do this because I keep wanting to practice and get better at putting them together. There is quite a bit of code customization required to get the server working on a “non-earth” map. So it’s good to keep in practice.
But also, if this one works adequately, I intend to migrate my Arhet map server (which has 20 or so active users, a few of whom have given me a small amount of money) to a newly built map server, fully segregated from all my various blogs and such. All this time, Arhet as existed at the timorously-named test.geofictician.net, and shared server space with multiple other applications, including this here blog thingy, a wiki, a MUD, and sundry web-doohickeys.
So first, I’m doing this practice run, using another planet, Rahet. The similarity between the names “Arhet” and “Rahet” is not coincidental: they are both anagrams of “Earth”. I intend for all my map servers to have such names.
Caveat: Poem #1660 “Traffic patterns”
ㅁ The raven waited. A smaller bird crossed the road. Tiny marks in snow.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #759
This tree found itself upstaged by an icicle I propped up on some rocks.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Caveat: Poem #1659 “The parable of the washer(s)”
ㅁ I found a washer in my pocket, and... my thought was that I should remove it quick. Because in fact to leave it lurking there would make for problems when I washed my pants. The washer would escape and bang around, a fearsome thing would then occur, no doubt: the thing would bounce and dance across the floor... a washer wrecked by washers getting washed.
– some lines in blank verse (iambic pentameter).