RE: What do you know today that you didn't know yesterday?
September 13, 2022 at 9:42 pm
(This post was last modified: September 13, 2022 at 10:08 pm by The Grand Nudger.)
I just learned that scott cunningham was an active author for my formative years but had in fact, died in '93, at the age of 36. Gave me a good idea for a thread...and for a business. Turns out, Llewellyns "Midnight Ink" fiction imprint hit hard times in 2018 after launching in 2005 - replicating the circumstances that saw llewellyn move from portland to st paul in the 70s. I bet it's for sale for a song.
Waaaaaay back in the day, I figured the crowning achievement of my life would be to someday make a quality sheaf of paper. It's been 40 years...and I have yet to make even one single leaf. My youngest daughter, otoh, has exceeded what she knows she can do with commercially available paper.
All of my ag grants run out this year...and IDK if I even still want to satisfy them. My eldest daughter wonders if maybe I should grown rivercane for the basketweavers in berea. The Wife wants me to plant spruce and pine along the border of our property and sell so we can move. I once told her that the future of humanity lay north of the 55th para - and now she wants me to grow rivercane for the weavers in berea....but from up there. It's very far from the south, from the place I draw my own strength. I guess, in short, I'm just afraid to go so far. This sets up a soft dilemma for me and The Wife, on account of how one of the reasons she very much wanted to have my children way back in the day - is because I'd gone so far from home.
Waaaaaay back in the day, I figured the crowning achievement of my life would be to someday make a quality sheaf of paper. It's been 40 years...and I have yet to make even one single leaf. My youngest daughter, otoh, has exceeded what she knows she can do with commercially available paper.
All of my ag grants run out this year...and IDK if I even still want to satisfy them. My eldest daughter wonders if maybe I should grown rivercane for the basketweavers in berea. The Wife wants me to plant spruce and pine along the border of our property and sell so we can move. I once told her that the future of humanity lay north of the 55th para - and now she wants me to grow rivercane for the weavers in berea....but from up there. It's very far from the south, from the place I draw my own strength. I guess, in short, I'm just afraid to go so far. This sets up a soft dilemma for me and The Wife, on account of how one of the reasons she very much wanted to have my children way back in the day - is because I'd gone so far from home.
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