Abso-fucking-lutely no more reading of anything by anyone and C.S. Lewis has performed the triple hat trick of literature. EVERYONE is offended. I was a secular child raised by an atheist and a lapsed Methodist of the midwestern variety which... Read more →
I suppose I could get picky and insist on a floor. And insulation and possibly wallboard but for sure, no internal walls. This is it. A 20x30' footprint, stairs (yay stairs), and a loft. I'd also like plumbing and heat,... Read more →
I remember those jeans. Gap, circa 1998 and I never found another pair like them. They were retired in 2012, knees ripped out and patched at least twice, faded to almost-white, and definitely threadbare. The shirt is unremarkable if you... Read more →
I don't write for you, I write for me and if I don't publish it means I can't articulate past bullet points. Here's a thing I know: If your bandwidth is sapped in one place, it is sapped everywhere. Solution:... Read more →
I cropped the monitor out. There are eight people in a Teams meeting with THEIR CAMERAS ACTUALLY ON. Not to mention the working file on the main screen. That's just not the sort of thing we want to put out... Read more →
A Very Nice Parable We drove the yellow-green Rambler from Michigan to Connecticut. She told us to watch the trees. We’d know we were in New England when the trees changed color and they did. As far as I know,... Read more →
I had 12 hours to kill in 1992 between check-out and the flight from Phoenix to New York. I decided to drive to the Grand Canyon. I stood on Mather's Point and cried. First, I felt insubstantial, insignificant, and lost... Read more →
Welcome to Phoenix We're going to Phoenix. Why? User conference. Where's Phoenix? Did you fail geography? I was sick that day. Can you read a map? A what? * But it's a dry heat. Not so bad as you'd think.... Read more →
I've been stalking their site since I got here and for the most part it looked like they'd rolled up that fine, fine floor and made out for the territories. Not coming back. COVID killed the radio star and the... Read more →
This is us; the world, you know? When the photograph was taken, the average age of these dancers was 6.43; that gorgeous smile in blue is eight, the dubious pink princess in the lower right corner is five, and the... Read more →