It was just an odd computer glitch. Something with a reasonable explanation. It has to be. But I’ve sat here for the last hour or so looking at a photo I didn’t intend to find tonight. And it pushed some unexpected emotional buttons.
I wanted to find a photo on my MacBook from about 20 years ago, so I typed in a file-name search. Instead of things related to what I was looking for, the system turned up five photos that were completely unrelated to that. At the top of the list was a photo from seven years ago. I didn’t open it.
Then I worded the search an entirely different way. It gave me a handful of files again. At the top was the same photo which had been at the top of the search before. I felt mesmerized by the weirdness of what I was seeing, so I opened the file, even though I knew what it would be.
There were two faces. One was my face. The other face was that of a beautiful woman who I used to know.

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Sabans remind me that choice of partner can be a key to success
It’s a mystery why two cats bond — or why two people fall in love
I’d like to help change the world, but politics is no longer my hobby
New Star Trek film is reminder that adults aren’t running Hollywood
Social media creates shallow ties at expense of deeper connections
Double standards seem like the only standards most politicians know
Briefly: Expect the unexpected as my site migrates to new servers this week