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Continue reading →: 1974 Part IV – Winners & LosersMost of 1974’s Top 100 hasn’t aged well. A few favorites stuck, but plenty, like “Seasons in the Sun” and “Billy Don’t Be a Hero”, make me cringe. Still, buried in the mess are moments worth remembering.
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The same subject, two moods: one in timeless black and white, the other alive with color. My wife likes one. I like the other.
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Continue reading →: 1974 Part III – DiscoveryI once dismissed Joni Mitchell without a second thought. Revisiting _Court and Spark_ changed everything. This essay explores how I rediscovered her music, and how one haunting song cracked open decades of regret and unexpected appreciation.
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In black and white, the seed circle shifts from playful to cosmic, no longer a sorting bowl, but a tiny galaxy arranged by chance.
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Continue reading →: 1974 Part II – AlbumsThe biggest albums of 1974 didn’t always match what I was actually listening to, or still return to today. From Queen to Bob Marley, this is a look back at the albums that stuck, and the ones that didn’t.
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Continue reading →: Candy Aisle Demons: A Writing ExperimentA writing experiment: one demon, two candy aisles, and a challenge to tell apart my fiction from Wally’s (ChatGPT’s). Can you guess which story I wrote and which belongs to the machine?
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Continue reading →: The Joy of Creative DiscoveryRetirement has given me space to rediscover photography and writing, and to combine them in new ways. From chasing egrets to creating custom lock screens, I’m learning to trade spreadsheets for sparrows and PowerPoint for peaceful moments.
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Continue reading →: Birding El Dorado Regional Park in Long BeachA hot and humid morning at El Dorado Park delivered few birds but plenty of reflections. Between heat, trash, and noise, sightings were scarce, but even tough birding days offer lessons, one good photo, and the promise of migration ahead.
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At the lake, these swan paddle boats weren’t just waiting for riders, they looked like a secret meeting, a strange council gathered in silence.
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Continue reading →: 1981 Part II – Bob MarleyBob Marley died in 1981, but his music became the sound of that decade for me. What began with borrowed library tapes led to a lifelong love of reggae and the artists who carried his legacy forward.
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I’m Joe/Mojoey
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