I first registered inkspeak.com almost seventeen (17) years ago. I could have sworn I registered it back in 1999, prior to leaving MCAD and moving to San Francisco, but the WHOIS record says 2000-05-25T02:53:46Z. Interesting. Anyway, my blogging over these last seventeen years has been sporadic, at best. I generally blame my skill with the English language. Nouns and verbs don’t come as easily to me as paint and palette, although I’m no slouch as a wordsmith.
Today, January 3, 2017, I made it possible for me to write and publish this blog post from a Windows PC. That’s a huge accomplishment for me. I’ve been a Macintosh user for 27 years. I know my way around. I know what tools I need and how to make them work together. Making Go, Hugo, Git, Visual Studio Code, and Google App Engine all work together was a challenge. A good and necessary one, in my opinion.
I think I drew my first card for my wife, probably a few years back. I’m thinking anniversary card. I know also did one for my father’s 61st birthday and one for Mother’s Day two years ago. Up until the start of this year, however, I estimate I’ve maybe completed five cards total in the last four years. This year, however, I set out to do more.
Judging by my calculations, it’s been almost seven months since I last posted here. I’m afraid to even look at my paper-bound journal. I suspect the freshest ink on those pages is over a year old now. What follows is a stream of consciousness, roughly summarizing the last seven months. Go! 26.2: Most of my early mornings have been occupied by “miles on the road”. As I write this, I’m only two weeks away from the 2015 Twin Cities Marathon and I’m feeling pretty good.
(Most) every Sunday we have dinner with my parents. They only live a few minutes away and it’s a great way to cap the weekend. This past weekend we were casually minding our own business when I got a text from our California family. The picture, captioned with “Come over!!!!“, depicted a sunny deck scene with shorts and margaritas, bare feet and a cribbage board. A most welcome pseudo-Rockwellian scene. My retort…