Not, “the Year of Happiness”: Looking Outward Instead.

The new year is coming. If ever one was welcome, it’s this one. Time then for resolutions. Except, I don’t make them. I prefer to set an annual theme instead. That’s not to say my brain doesn’t nag me about behaviours I need to change. But themes allow me flexibility; the rigidity of lists can …

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The thirteen days of pre-publishing.

It's not as catchy as "The Twelve Days of Christmas" but it does provide a small bit of information. Thirteen connected posts are coming. Old posts I'm revisiting and updating. It's my psychiatrist's fault. He suggested I take my top twelve blog posts and turn them into a e-book. It sounded easy when we were …

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Annoying numbers and hard-boiled eggs.

I like numbers, save for those found in high-level cosmology and physics. And that’s really a jealousy issue: I hate that I don’t speak the language. I stopped my math education at university, year one. I can mostly understand the lectures but the papers and texts might as well be Greek. Which they also use. …

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