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Testing out a new newsletter template. It’s crazy how quickly I can make these changes with Claude’s help.
I found a better way to migrate my Google Photos between accounts. I realized I can use Partner Sharing to automatically “save” the photos to a new account. It makes me a little hesitant, because it says the photos don’t count against my storage quota, so they must still be saved under the original account technically. Apparently, when the photos are deleted on the original account, then they will be saved into the new account that they have been shared with. It smells fishy, but I’m going to try it out. I’m making backups of all photos first before I try it though. I’m really hoping this saves me from all the downloading, unzipping, and uploading 🤞
Thank you to the good people of reddit and UConn for sharing this method. I’m glad I came across this because I was already seeing issues with missing metadata from some of the photos I was exporting from Google Takeout.
I re-inked my Pilot Kakuno with Pilot Iroshizuku fuyu-gaki. I like this orange ink as an accent color for journaling. My main color is a deep blue-black, Sailor Seiboku, in my Lamy Safari.
I love these little rituals that come with analog journaling. I haven’t found a satisfying digital equivalent.
I tried to make a heart but it wanted to be a mushroom instead. Maybe I’ll save all these failed latte art images and use them for Rorschach inkblot tests. Then I could make use of the year that I majored in Psychology before switching to Computer Science.
My first of many manicures, courtesy of my daughter. Also, this is the launch of my hand modeling business. Reply with HANDYMAN for a special introductory offer on my hand modeling services. If you know me, you know that being a hand model is the only way I could call myself a handyman.
I’m getting closer with my latte art, but still have the same issue that I’m having with my workouts: consistency. I still haven’t figured out how to get the milk to the right consistency where the foam sits on top but isn’t thick like whipped cream.
I was just minding my business this morning when I came across these modern-take-on-ancient-slings and now I feel like I need to channel my inner-David and buy one. Somebody please talk me out of it. Pan Slings
I’m getting back to reading physical books and dog-earing, underlining, and taking notes in the margins. Hand cramping has become a strong signal for the quality of a book.
An update: My latte art still needs some work.
If you give a mouse a cookie, he’ll ask for a glass of milk. 🥛
If you give a car mechanic a tire replacement, he’ll ask for a rear pad/rotor/caliper replacement and a front caliper clean and lube. 🙃
Attempt #1 at latte art 😅 My wife helped with this one lol. Latte art is the newest micro-skill I’m determined to learn!
We love our local winery. Not pictured: the goats who love eating weeds out of my daughter’s hand ❤️🐐
I love my wife.
I walked up the stairs and turned the corner to see her slathering cream cheese on a piece of sourdough.
She looked me in the eyes, wide-eyed, and said “I’ve been caught breadhanded!”
Then proceeded to laugh maniacally like an evil villain.
Imagine having a binder full of all the terms of service you have agreed to and are currently subject to. How thick is it? How much have you read? Any? I’d wager most people’s binders are at least floor to ceiling. Sounds stressful but… who cares? Mostly no one. I never think about terms of service. Until this random Sunday morning. Strange.
So far, I think I’m most proud to have passed on a love of pocket journals to my daughter ❤️ She loves scribbling on the pages and showing off what she drew.
After taking this picture, she disassembled the pen she was using, pulled out the refill, blew on it, and squealed “Blow bubbles!”. She has now been dipping the pen refill in and out of the pen body and blowing on it for the past few minutes pretending to blow bubbles. She is such a sweet soul. My heart is full.
I have much more important tasks to do, but it was nice to just sit on the couch for hours this morning with a coffee and put tabs on my Bible. It felt really good to accomplish something I want to do. The “have to dos” will have to wait.
My toddler was walking down the stairs on her own and yelled “big girl”! Then she saw me walking down next to her, pointed at me, and said “Dada big girl”! Takes one to know one. I’m honored.
I appreciate the people who put funny stickers around town. Always nice to have a surprise laugh!
A friend just called me by accident. It turned into a long call where he shared hard stuff he’s going through and I was able to pray with him. These kinds of “accidents” are the little nudges of the Spirit that help me see a quiet God in a noisy world.
Thank you Ace Hardware for your eclectic mix of products.
Recent Microblogs
I re-inked my Pilot Kakuno with Pilot Iroshizuku fuyu-gaki. I like this orange ink as an accent color for journaling. My main color is a deep blue-black, Sailor Seiboku, in my Lamy Safari.
I love these little rituals that come with analog journaling. I haven’t found a satisfying digital equivalent.