Ok I’m through like 45-78% of your site and you’re officially invited to come play cribbage with me and my wife and my daughter. You will probably lose but you’ll enjoy the experience.
I’m trying to conceive of what it’d be like to weed this Sumikko Gurashi cricut file you posted and having an absolute life-changing anxiety attack. I am not even 20% of the way through traveling your site and am just enamored with what I’m seeing. You’re a generational genius. I’m stoked I found your work.
Thank you for the kind words, its been awhile since i gave my site much attention so this was a very pleasant message to return to. Also right when I got my cricut, I started with ridiculous ambition so I see weeding the same way people do puzzles. A way to spend the afternoon. I dont know how to play cribbage. or what cribbage actually is.
I love that explication in the age of its mechanically enhanced superfluity means that we humans can get about the business of saying what shit really means. Cribbage, in our house, is a mutually agreeable venue of marital combat. It's a game which the husband and wife know well enough to where the outcome is probably more a matter of luck than skill; and yet the child is still new enough to that we can beat her...
...mercilessly. Our house mantra is 'never let em win', which is at once a rally-cry of parental intellectual dominance and a provocation for the kid to recognize that when she does win (which she occasionally does), it's through genuine skill and effort. I'm glad my comment made you glad, I find your work compelling and courageous. I look forward to seeing more.
Thank you for the kind words, its been awhile since i gave my site much attention so this was a very pleasant message to return to. Also right when I got my cricut, I started with ridiculous ambition so I see weeding the same way people do puzzles. A way to spend the afternoon. I dont know how to play cribbage. or what cribbage actually is.
I love that explication in the age of its mechanically enhanced superfluity means that we humans can get about the business of saying what shit really means. Cribbage, in our house, is a mutually agreeable venue of marital combat. It's a game which the husband and wife know well enough to where the outcome is probably more a matter of luck than skill; and yet the child is still new enough to that we can beat her...
...mercilessly. Our house mantra is 'never let em win', which is at once a rally-cry of parental intellectual dominance and a provocation for the kid to recognize that when she does win (which she occasionally does), it's through genuine skill and effort. I'm glad my comment made you glad, I find your work compelling and courageous. I look forward to seeing more.