Far back, in the mists of ancient time, there existed a technology for sharing one’s thoughts, musings, memes, and other nonsense. You may have heard of it, if you’re over 40. The web log, or blog. The [more...]
I really can’t figure out the point of dating anymore. It seems, quite simply, to be an exercise in whittling away the ego and leaving the participants — or, at least, one of them — diminished. Take [more...]
Ah, the hose. The preferred plaything of suburbia. I got up this morning, puttered around the garden, washed the car, and then spent an idyllic half hour hosing down the driveway, the sidewalks, the gutters, the [more...]
