The farmer used to hold his pig up to an apple tree in the orchard, letting the pig eat apples straight from the branch.
A passerby saw him doing this. "Doesn't that take an awful lot of time? You could just let your pig eat the apples already on the ground."
The farmer responded, "Time? What's time to a pig?"
Pages 09 for the Mac has just been updated, and now has a quick click option to export your Pages document into ePub format, appropriate for iBooks and the iBook Bookstore. We are one step closer to the great American novel being written - and published - entirely with an iPad.
Not positive that the cup of after dinner coffee was decaf...
Sitting downstairs, instead of up, and I hear different night noises. Only one insect outside, rather than the wall of sound two nights ago. The refrigerator just kicked on. My laptop keys click.
Hot August night, window open, and I list the night noises. Air conditioners rumble like distant surf, cicadas in a high-pitched wall of rhythm, a cat cries, a siren, two sirens, then the train whistle, city traffic louder and softer again, and still the cicadas.
Since I have a little more vacation before the school year begins, I'm trying to reclaim my study from the stuff that piles up everywhere when I get busy. Slow going, but I'm beginning to see results. No single surface is clear - yet - but I'm optimistic.
After supper, and after dark, we walked down the street to our tiny urban parklet. Four of us lay on the grass and watched the clouds move and the stars come and go. We were there for a half an hour or so, and then we walked home again.
Long week. Have a feeling of ideas and projects circling the airport, waiting to be cleared for landing.
Sometimes each idea turns into a dead end. Map the dead ends and see what emerges...
