Greetings From
The Otium

It's Harvest Time In
The Third Act

The harmless ramblings of one man's unfettered id may provide droll amusement and respite from the negotium.

The Otium — an abstract term for productive, reflective free time, the opposite of negotium, or worldly duties. In my case, it’s a time of life for dignified self-improvement through reading, writing, creating visual art, and even a bit of music.

Why this web site? Echoing around the emptiness of my so-called mind are a few confabulated memories and imagined stories that I find amusing, and so might you. Some of them are attached to photographs or images, and I use those to caulk the leaks in my basket of lies. One might presume that I sound self-deprecating or disingenuous, but I scarcely believe anyone's assertions these days, least of all some rando's webpage, so how could I exclude my own? Eye-witness accounts are notoriously unreliable, and my explorations of consciousness have continuously revealed veils of illusion, so let's just agree that we're all floating in an autopoietic narrative that often, not always, but somehow, gets the job done.

This preamble is a throat-clearing preview of what you might expect on my website, along with some videos and some pictures. I suppose that I could sharpen up my focus and deliver a cleaner presentation, but for the time being it's the online version of my sketchbook journals, of which I have a lifetime's collection.