the way I used to be
some half-forgotten stranger
doesn't mean that much to me"
- Neil Peart & Rush, "Available Light"
Spent a bit of time working on the site infrastructure, recently. While it's not quite precisely a full-blown content management system, it will take a lot of the burden off of me as I publish on the go by dynamically generating formatting, navigation, code for popup text and images, etc. As regards the latter, this is a major new innovation for you, the valued reader: you will no longer have to deal with annoying pop-up browser windows for images, cluttering up your desktop. Under the new regime, clicking on hypertext links to images causes them to appear within the existing page. (Clicking again on the image will dismiss it.)
One of the things I'm really going to miss about this apartment is the way the light comes in during the evenings (3/4 of the walls are exterior). The bathroom which is, depressingly, the best room in the house puts on the best show. The other day, when it started, I decided to capture it to bits. While I was in there, however, I found myself in front of the mirror and decided to additionally memorialize my hair, while I've got it. Once I started playing with the camera, mirrors, and angles, there was no looking back (so to speak). (Only egregious shirtlessness and, erm, modesty saves you from the whole series I gleefully, if entirely pointlessly, shot . . .)