Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc

One of my fears — phobias — is collapse. Falling. This is why I am preoccupied with the bridge collapse; I have some deep-seated fear of falling, of having something disappear from beneath my feet. I have  [more...]

Many people make the argument that the information age industries don’t actually produce any real, tangible… things. That may well be true, but all those virtual bits of information still take up space on  [more...]

Those of you who grew up here in Washington as I did will certainly recognize that name — the odd, effeminate, and witty arts reviewer for local television died yesterday. Marlin-Jones always entertained with his  [more...]