Wednesday in Al-Ezium

I don’t need an alarm clock. Every morning, I hear the AlEzium mumbler from across the hall. Usually it goes on from 6 a.m. to 8 a.m. “Alesium, alyssum, allahalla, al-mirorium, STOP!” Well technology and the hard-of-hearing don’t get along very well. You would need DEEP MIND (or a another sort of quantum computer) to

Oh What a Beautiful Morning

I may have mentioned this before, if so forgive me. There is a woman here, well put together, hair in a bun, fashionable clothes from the 50s, and made up to look like she was still in her 30s. None of that is important. Just a bit of background to the painting. What is important