The only constant is change
This page isn't exactly a diary. I certainly don't use it enough. Still, it is interesting to look back over even a short time and see what has stayed the same and what has not.
I went all gung ho for astronomy in the fall but then abruptly dropped it again. I'll probably get back into it but the new position at work in January and family life realities have made it difficult to be out late into the night with the telescope and CCD camera.
With the nice weather the bicycle and canoe are out again. It is good to be active outside. I still can't bring myself to exercise in a room.
I haven't tried to write any more fiction but I feeling like writing again, both to continue my fictional stories and to write some non-fiction about whisky which seems to be my main hobby these days.
"Whisky List, cooking and drinking with scotch" and "Alcohol for Better Living" are the titles I have in mind for non-fiction.
For fiction I want to continue my stories of the solution to world population crisis, the genetically engineered baby that never grows up. Part of the inspiration for this is my wonderful daughter Halle who has grown up at a more usual rate compared to the accelerated one my son went through. She seems to still be a baby at 15 months compared to Harrison who was walking at 8 months, speaking full sentences and in a real bed by 12 months.
The other fictional story I still want to finish is my story of future space travellers who reduce themselves pretty much to just a brain in a head which can interface with their space ships and temporary bodies to explore the questions of existance, of love emotional and physical and the boundary between, the idea that a kiss is more sensual than other physical acts of love since the others are really about procreation, something which is given up by these bodiless pilots. If only I had the time and aptitude for writing!
I went all gung ho for astronomy in the fall but then abruptly dropped it again. I'll probably get back into it but the new position at work in January and family life realities have made it difficult to be out late into the night with the telescope and CCD camera.
With the nice weather the bicycle and canoe are out again. It is good to be active outside. I still can't bring myself to exercise in a room.
I haven't tried to write any more fiction but I feeling like writing again, both to continue my fictional stories and to write some non-fiction about whisky which seems to be my main hobby these days.
"Whisky List, cooking and drinking with scotch" and "Alcohol for Better Living" are the titles I have in mind for non-fiction.
For fiction I want to continue my stories of the solution to world population crisis, the genetically engineered baby that never grows up. Part of the inspiration for this is my wonderful daughter Halle who has grown up at a more usual rate compared to the accelerated one my son went through. She seems to still be a baby at 15 months compared to Harrison who was walking at 8 months, speaking full sentences and in a real bed by 12 months.
The other fictional story I still want to finish is my story of future space travellers who reduce themselves pretty much to just a brain in a head which can interface with their space ships and temporary bodies to explore the questions of existance, of love emotional and physical and the boundary between, the idea that a kiss is more sensual than other physical acts of love since the others are really about procreation, something which is given up by these bodiless pilots. If only I had the time and aptitude for writing!
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