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How does one forget a deathday?

You don’t.

You just subsume it into the geological layers of life, something that sits down deep and serves as foundation for everything above it. Most of the time you are just walking around the landscape, but sometimes, a fracture brings the past back into the light of day.

And, much as with natural disasters cracking the crust of the world, you’re never really prepared ...

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At the start of August, I spent ten full days at a meditation retreat in rural Georgia. I spent those days without interacting with anyone directly, without my phone or computer, without music, w...

I returned from my 10 day silent vipassana meditation retreat on Sunday, and splash landed back into life like an Apollo capsule reentry. 😭

(Yes, I’ll be writing some separate posts about my experience at the retreat!)

Work did not pile up too high, but then, I work for myself, so I guess I managed myself pretty well. Maybe I’ll even get a decent performance review this year!

High on the “reentry list” was writing this post. It’s been hot minute since I updated you folk on what’s going on w...

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Tomorrow morning I’m headed up aways to east Georgia (the state) for a ten day meditation retreat. This is something I’ve wanted to do for years, but have not been able to schedule for various re...

Hey y’all, it’s KimBoo! I’m an author and a podcaster who is also a librarian, text technology historian, and former I.T. project manager. I write about a lot of interesting things, I hope you agree! Please consider supporting me so I can keep throwing errata & etcetera into the Scriptorium!

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Last Thursday, my friend and I went on a scheduled “Creativity Day.”

The ...

May is always weird for me, a time of trauma, transitions, and STUFF. This year was a good one, overall, but very busy. Along with ALL THE WRITING (orz) the organization I work for, Novo Collegian Alliance, helped current graduating students of New College of Florida hold the fourth annual alternative graduation, [NEW] Commencement 2026!

We also held two screenings in Sarasota of the heart-rending documentary about the New College takeover, First They Came for MY College. Ca...

I always hate to be the bearer of bad news.

I think of that often when I talk about grief, especially after being made an adult orphan at such a young age. Everyone hopes that time heals all wounds, but alas, the best metaphor I know of is that we grow around them, like a tree growing around a nail in its trunk. Our lives get longer, bigger, more complicated but the nail is there, rusting in the dark.

So it is I introduce this fa...

So if you don’t know (why would you?) I’ve been car-less since about 2010. Yes, really. Yes, I mean “not owning a car.” Yes, yes, NO CAR AT ALL.

I know that in Florida that is near insanity, since about 98.9% of the state’s “public transportation” is hardly worth either description. But I made due, primarily because of the luck of living in Midtown Tallahassee, which is a neighborhood sandwiched between the suburbs and downtown. If you followed Keely’s Way, you have seen a lot of it vi...

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Pretty much at the moment of my birth, my mother decided that she had a writing prodigy on her hands.

The hilarious part is I didn’t actually learn how to read until I was about five, maybe six, y...