Fitness Revamp
Getting older sucks. The last few years have not been easy on my body. I came into my mid-40s a svelte 165lbs with a resting heart rate in the upper-40s to l...
About
Just an average guy. These are just ramblings. Screams at the void. Outside of baking, I’ve no special qualifications, no radical insights on the human condition except for being on. Consider this a modern go at being a rural folk artist, doing the work they want regardless of the outside world.
My life is food, running, and experiencing the shit storm this world has become. And dogs.
For the record, I am a rural, Southern, white man with redneck tendencies. I often speak and type in vernacular. I have strong feelings about being from here, good and bad. But I believe we are only guaranteed this one life. Every human has the right to live the best life they can, and it’s our responsibility as other humans to make that happen. We are each other’s brothers and sisters, and we are responsible for each other. (Damn Christian upbringing seeping through my Agnosticism). Maybe that makes a pinko socialist but don’t really give a fuck.
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I’m Less Interested In The Process
I’m less interested in the process of all this than the content, but I went looking for a “digital garden” jekyll template and came up one tha...
Adjusting Expectations
I scrapped my entire spring race calendar. It was an easy decision because our priorities have changed. An opporunity to move to a larger, nicer house came ...
Testing Renaming Script
Testing renaming script Testing the basic bash script to pull the date from front matter header in the markdown file and move it to the _posts directory.
Big Plan
Problems My prefered note app is Bear. Bear isn’t exstinsible. It doesn’t have plug-ins to format file names. It organizes notes by nested tags. And it’s bac...
Roadkill
“Road kill has its seasons Just like anything It’s possums in the autumn And it’s farm cats in the spring”*
Squirrels in Leaves
Squirrels in Leaves Squirrels still get me. Years of running in the woods, my conscious brain hears rustling leaves and thinks “Bear.” There’s no panic. I do...