Let Me Call You Sweetheart

Erin go bragh

In honor of the day everybody's Irish, here are some views of the Old Sod.

Off the coast near Dublin.

Kilmainham Gaol

You can still see the bullet holes at the Post Office.

It is good for you.

The Cathedral at Kildare. The pagan fire pit is still there.

Brigid's Holy Well.

Across the Irish Sea to England.

May your troubles be less, 

And your blessings be more. 

And nothing but happiness come through your door.

Slainte.

Springtime in the Rockies

The Snow Apocalypse is over. 

Then we had a flood. 

But it finally looks like Spring is creeping upon us.

Around Town -- saw this graffiti. 

How much of a grammar snob does it make me, 

if I prefer obscenities to be correctly spelled?

Dream On

We're currently enduring the Snow Apocalypse, but I'm ready for Spring.

Brave New World

"A new project has been unveiled that aims to create a "virtual you", capable of interacting with a person's family, friends and ancestors after their death.

The team from MIT claims that by collecting a person's digital footprint over their lifetime and using "complex artificial intelligence algorithms", it will be able to create an avatar that emulates the person's personality."

Read more: http://www.itproportal.com/2014/02/03/new-project-will-allow-users-to-live-forever-as-virtual-avatar-/#ixzz2sVcuFqVw

And that is just creepy.

This morning, Facebook presented me with a movie of my year based on my interactions there. It consisted of twelve pictures of my dog and a quote off my blog about how my poop turned green after a week at a writer's retreat that served only vegan food.

We're staring into the abyss and the abyss is staring back, taking notes.