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Some Tools For Teeth Cleaning

The Inspiration Shots

iPhoneOgraphy – 30 Nov 2016 (Day 335/366)

A toothpick is a small stick of wood, plastic, bamboo, metal, bone or other substance used to remove detritus from the teeth, usually after a meal. A toothpick usually has one or two sharp ends to insert between teeth. They can come in both wood and plastic, and can also be used for picking up small appetizers (like cheese cubes or olives) or as a cocktail stick.

American wooden toothpicks are cut from birchwood or made from plastic. Logs are first spiral cut into thin sheets, which are then cut, chopped, milled and bleached (to lighten) into the individual toothpicks. Maine used to be the leading producer of toothpicks for the United States. The last wood toothpick plant in Maine closed in 2003. Plastic toothpicks, also called dental pics are still made in America in Georgia, by Armond’s Manufacturing. The Mayo Clinic recommends…

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Tues. Nov. 29, 2016: Figuring the Juggling

Ink In My Coffee

Tuesday, November 29, 2016
New Moon
Cloudy and cold

Yesterday was busy. I wrote in the morning, and finished proofing TRACKING MEDUSA, getting it ready for re-release. It goes out today. Fingers crossed it lands with a good publisher soon.

I figured out where I went wrong on BALTHAZAAR TREASURE, so once MEDUSA is all set, I can get back to work on that. I cut the first 203 pages, because I figued out the story really starts on page 204. I need to work in flashback with Alec’s introduction, since he provides plenty of conflict with Justin, but, other than that, the story really starts much farther into it than I originally thought.

The afternoon was spent helping set up the Marine Life Center’s tree in Hyannis for Spectacle of Trees. I’m picking up a few things for it today, but we got a lot done on it.

I’m…

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My Diary: Ships Coming From Smoke On The Horizon

Gerald's Rather Strange Diary

June and I got up,‭ ‬for once,‭ ‬together‭; ‬I had my breakfast in the tumble dryer while she sat in the fridge‭ ‬-‭ ‬coming out moments before an intercity express train hurtled through it on its way to an unknown microwave oven in London.‭ ‬Inside the carriage a robot child touched the dial of its valve radio ancestor and the train guard pulled back the still growing beard of King Henry the Eighth before it got stuck in the emergency alarm chain‭ ‬-‭ ‬the man dressed in grey put a y in a noughts and crosses game.‭ ‬As the light dimmed I plugged in a candle while watching an Eighteenth Century farmer take his livestock to market on the edge of a Twenty First Century town.‭ ‬I pushed a bouquet of flowers inside an old fashioned television and June tuned a cooking apple to the country and western channel.

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