So many societies have myths that basking in one's good fortune will result in some kind of evil (or sometimes good) force bringing down hell and damnation and boils and plagues upon you that it worries me to recount what a great year 2012 was.
But it was. And I can't resist.
This year Ben turned 8 and Rex turned 5. Ben is a math whiz and in 3rd grade, and Rex started kindergarten (well prepped by his preschool), and learned to read. Ben and Rex are learning to swim, and Rex mastered a bike without training wheels. They are amazing fellows, great companions, and exhaust us thoroughly (as they should). Their sweetness cannot be measured in any units I know. Read More
I didn't move to Maine in mid-1991 to take a job in which the art director of Time Magazine would call me up and scream impotently at me, but then we never know how life will play out, do we?
Once upon a time, Kodak built a teaching center for creative artists and professionals
in mid-Coast Maine, one of the most beautiful places in the country.
People came to take classes to help them navigate the rough transition
between analog media and new digital tools, like photography. My job was
to keep 100 Macs and all the peripherals running and help design
courses that served thousands of students a year. We also invited up
well-known professionals for special, lavish events.