Every now and then, my two remaining brain cells collide, sending random ideas, suppositions, conjectures, and various miscellanea out into the world.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Two Patches, Still No Pirates
Over the past three weeks, my grandfather has had cataract surgery on both eyes. So far, the difference has been striking. What used to be yellowish-gray is white again. Signs have words. People are more than indistinct blobs.
For someone who has spent most of their life making images, this is a very special thing, and I for one am very glad that we have the technology to do things like this.
Still, I think the patches would look better if they were made of black leather with a strap to keep them in place. Arr, matey!