{"id":3556,"date":"2019-10-18T07:09:50","date_gmt":"2019-10-18T11:09:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/oook.info\/blog\/?p=3556"},"modified":"2019-10-18T07:09:50","modified_gmt":"2019-10-18T11:09:50","slug":"hmmmm","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/oook.info\/blog\/?p=3556","title":{"rendered":"hmmmm…"},"content":{"rendered":"

I’ve spent this week in a Maine Media workshop on InDesign, super-intensive because there were just two students, and the other has been away for the last two days. Today is the last day, and I’m trying to wrap my mind around what the upshot will be. In short, I seem to be deciding that I’m too old to do this: too old to learn my way around complex software (I can bumble through but can’t retain everything I’m told), too old to find it character-building to feel frustration with my own limitations, too old to revel in challenges. It’s akin to how I feel about physical challenges. Only a few years ago I’d leap from rock to rock while hiking, but now I go much more carefully. And I find that I’m using my reading glasses more and more, where I used to pride myself on uncorrected visual acuity.<\/p>\n

\nSo I’m beginning to wonder whether more InDesign Blurb books are the right presentation medium for the hoard of photographs I’m sitting on. The photographs themselves give me as much joy as ever, and certainly keep coming. This being appeared on a stump just outside the Maine Media classroom, and I had the wit to capture it:
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