Or so I tell myself to keep from giving up and moving to Paris to live a quiet life of poverty, sketching women on the boardwalk, maybe giving tours of various buildings for a few dollars, just enough to buy a coffee and a tarte at the local cafe with some good friends.
Or maybe switching to inventing, had an idea for a tinker-toy-like set of mechanical pieces (motors, drive trains, belt drives, implements) that would be designed to handle farm-scale problems using renewable or non-renewable power sources in such a way that one could be swapped for the other depending on what was readily available at time-of-use.
Or better yet, getting off my lazy arse and teaching design theory to someone, maybe carve out a little professorship somewhere...
But we must be close to finished.
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