Sunday, December 10, 2006
Pictures: The Last Refuge of Hiaters
Without words, all I can do is look around me with open eyes and lens:
You ever dream of one of those endless corridors with doors that are choices?
Nah, me either.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Hiatus (I think)
I’ve noticed that putting an “on hiatus” notice on one’s blog seems to be a sure way to overcome writers block and lack of time. So I’m gonna try it. If it doesn’t lead to further posts, at least it’ll be honest.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
‘Mouse’s Voice
If this works, here’s a link to ‘Mouse reading “Grandma’s Advice.”
Monday, October 02, 2006
A Few Simple Rules to Live By in 2006: Violate at Your Own Peril
1) Never type anything into a computer that you would be unhappy defending in a court of law or the court of public opinion. This includes emails, instant messages and even your own local documents.
2) Never say anything on a cell phone that you would mind the government or the kinds of people who have sophisticated scanning technology hearing.
3) Never conduct an illegal business by telephone, even by landline.
4) Never store anything on a non-backed-up computer that you would care if disappeared in a massive hard drive crash.
5) Never trust a website to be your offsite backup storage.
6) Assume that every word or picture you post to the internet will be forever stored and easily traceable to you.
7) ... (your additions?)
Saturday, September 23, 2006
I’ve got this friend…
... let’s just call her “Jen” since that’s a fine name which she usually responds to. For years the many forces of modern life have pushed her hither and yon. Bills to be paid. Office politics. Friends’ crises (she’s a super-caring person much affected by those around her), and the busy sweep of modern life.
This morning her eyes opened to new and different possibilities. She was reminded that she’s damn smart, she has twenty or thirty or more working years ahead of her and she’s bursting with all sorts of potential to do things differently. Make her life anew. If only it were spring and we could cue the birdsong and show her walking through the park smiling with tuplips bursting out, the movie credits could roll on another happy ending/beginning.
Who knows where all this opportunity and newfound confidence may lead—bookwriting, bakery building or somewhere else? Doesn’t matter a bit. Right now it’s time to glory in the goodness that is a well deserved boost to her self-esteem.
Monday, September 18, 2006
A quick survey of my 4 or so readers
I HATE getting my hair cut.
A few things I would rather do than get my hair cut include:
- change the oil on my car (myself)
- paint my house in the hot sun
- fly long distances (including dealing with security checks)
- suffer a nasty hangover
- have my teeth worked on
You get the idea. I really don’t like getting my hair cut.
So, I’m wondering, am I nuts? Cuz I totally think there’s be a market for a hair salon where they’d give you nitrous oxide and knock you out until the whole unpleasant experience was over.