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A GPU-accelerated terminal emulator? Why!?

My terminal has be extremely slow lately. Every few minutes, it will hang – just slightly. The lag is like a cheese grater on my mind, distracting me and pulling me out of the zone. Pasting large text or opening large files slows the entire terminal down to a crawl, and…

Jim Harrison on Dreams

Only a culture like ours would discount a third of their lives.

– Jim Harrison, on dreams

Hyas Lake

Great backpacking trip to Hyas Lake for a long weekend. First time to the Alpine Lakes Wilderness area and could not have asked for a better trip. Got to the trailhead at 3pm on a Friday, left at around 1pm on Sunday.…

Thomas Merton

In the end it is the reality of personal relationships that saves everything. ... All the good that you will do will not come from you, but from the fact that you have allowed yourself in the obedience of faith to be used by God's love.

– Thomas Merton

William S. Burroughs & Patti Smith

Build a good name. Keep your name clean. Don’t make compromises. Don’t worry about making a bunch of money or being successful. Be concerned with doing good work and make the right choices and protect your work. And if you build a good name, eventually that name will be its own currency.

— William S. Burroughs, via Patti Smith

Side-track

John Fahey
Blind Willie Johnson
Karen Dalton

Joy Harjo

Ah, Ah
      for Lurline McGregor

Ah, ah cries the crow arching toward the heavy sky over the marina.
Lands on the crown of the palm tree.

Ah, ah slaps the urgent cove of ocean swimming through the slips.
We carry canoes to the edge of the salt.

Ah, ah groans the crew with the weight, the winds cutting skin.
We claim our seats. Pelicans perch in the draft for fish.

Ah, ah beats our lungs and we are racing into the waves.
Though there are worlds below us and above us, we are straight ahead.

Ah, ah tattoos the engines of your plane against the sky—away from these waters.
Each paddle stroke follows the curve from reach to loss.

Ah, ah calls the sun from a fishing boat with a pale, yellow sail. We fly by
on our return, over the net of eternity thrown out for stars.

Ah, ah scrapes the hull of my soul. Ah, ah.

– Joy Harjo

Andrew Wyeth

The Intruder
Lobsterman
Andrew Wyeth, in later years.
First Mowing
In The Doorway
Hay Ledge