1) We decided to get a collection of our photos. We're not professional, far from it. These are glimpses into our travels and our life. Views that inspire us and show the beauty of our world. There is no timeline on any edition, though they are limited in volume.

I’m at the bottom of a multi-layer SPV and am looking forward to the SpaceX IPO in much the same way a golden retriever looks forward to a car ride: - thrilled to be involved - no clue how cars work - unsure if going to the park or getting neutered

USA. Your weather report is performed as THEATER, and I have become a devoted patron. In Japan, the forecast is read calmly. Rain tomorrow. Carry an umbrella. Farewell. Sixty seconds, a bow, the nation equipped. Here, a man named Chip stands before a LIVING MAP, sleeves rolled to the elbow, and delivers the coming of a thunderstorm like news from a battlefield where he personally fought. "Folks, I want you to look at this system moving in from the west—" FOLKS. He addresses the entire region as kin. He sweeps his arm and the clouds OBEY HIS GESTURE. He warns of hail with grave eyes, then promises a beautiful weekend with the smile of a man delivering a peace treaty — both within ninety seconds, both with total sincerity. And when true severe weather comes, America? Chip removes his jacket. THE JACKET COMES OFF. And the entire state understands instantly: this is now serious. There is a doctrine of sleeves in your meteorology — unwritten, universally read. My neighbor glanced at the television, saw the bare forearms, and said, "Jacket's off. Better bring the grill cover in." A NATION READING A MAN'S SLEEVES FOR SURVIVAL INSTRUCTIONS. We have early warning systems in Japan that cost billions, and I am no longer certain they outperform Chip's wardrobe. Last week: hail. Chip stayed on air for hours. No jacket. Sleeves climbing toward the elbow like a rising river gauge. He tracked every cell. He told specific streets when to shelter. MY street. He said its name. A man on television guarded my street BY NAME until the storm passed. Samurai have served lords for less devotion than Chip shows a cold front. I watch nightly now. I have opinions about the rival station's radar. The radar is inferior. I trust Chip's seven-day outlook because he tells you when he is UNSURE — and a forecaster who admits doubt is a forecaster whose certainty means something. That sentence is free, America. Give it to your generals. A man does not ask the storm to explain itself. He watches the sleeves, as his ancestors watched the sky. Tonight Chip is in the full jacket, laughing with the sports desk. Stand down, everyone. The realm is at peace. The sleeves have spoken.

FTR, Eddie f'd up the master recording and almost ruined the track by cutting the tape. Jeff Porcaro and Steve Lukather of Toto rebuilt the entire song around MJ's vocals and Eddie's solo...youtu.be/14YP9481DMI?t=275

Evergreen

Feeling grateful beyond words. After all the discussions, sketches, revisions, and support from so many people, “Chill n' Free” finished in 1st place on 6529 Leaderboard 🔽

NY State of Mind.

This question has popped up from readers, so I've updated my column to answer it. Nyan Brown held up 5 fingers to indicate the 5 state titles (3 outdoor, 2 indoor) Mallard Creek's men's team would have won in a row, had victory stood. Here's FREE link: charlotteobserver.com/sports…

Wow

The machine is human Deployment : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▯ 90% Stay close 👁️

I find so much humanity in @owlcean11 work.

I'm sorry George.

I just minted "Totem Gate" by @BoredJosei which is now live on @TransientLabs. Minting now! transient.xyz/mint/totem-gat…

NASA has released a photo of the lunar eclipse.

GN ☀️.

Morning of Zen.

Moonrise

Sup

Still one of my all time favorites

If she ain’t your best friend, then she not the one 💯