What would John do? He wouldn’t take his site down for a couple days with no explanation, that’s for sure!
Kitchen Sink
Oh Canada!
I’m ashamed to admit I’m not sure if there’s customarily a comma in there, but I specifically left it comma free in this case. Our neighbors north of the border have a birthday today. As my wife’s family might say, it’s Fête du Canada – Canada Day. And I must say Canada, you hardly look a day over 140! In the back rooms of Creationist Theory offices, it’s the 6231st day of the creation story, when God said the northernmost lands of the new lands should be considered one land, and it should be called “Canada,” and it was good. [...]
Words make the soul feel good
I spend a lot of time writing about depression, cancer, sleep disorders, and generally unpleasant stuff. Today I’m writing about a letter my boss received a little while ago. I was the subject. In my line of work, or just about any line of work I suppose, a letter to your boss is usually not good. Letter writers tend to be motivated by anger, or some negative emotion, probably because it’s more likely to be well fed and grow strong. Folks rarely feel compelled to put their praise on paper, let alone get up the gumption to fold it, stuff [...]
Friend request
You’ve heard me talk, countless times, about the posts in my growing pending pile. Many have never escaped. In fact, it takes a pretty strong post to dig itself free and find you here. Now imagine what I don’t post. Well, as chance would have it I’ve been working on a post about nostalgia and the years I spent at UF. Today, I received a Facebook friend request from an actual, pre-internet age… friend… from UF! It’s a rare, precious thing. It’s someone who went to my wedding no less! The downside is you’re gonna have to wait for my [...]
Forward thinking
It would be a pain in the ass, but I think it just might save my sanity. Imagine if you will: the twelve days of time change. Everyone agrees leaping backward is a breeze. I’m a backwards kind of guy anyway, so I’d be willing to soar backwards. But forward? Losing an hour of sleep in one cruel cut? It’s insanity. Why don’t we walk forward instead, in twelve manageable chunks of five minutes a clip? Like I said, it would be a pain in the ass, but in the spirit of saving daylight, how about we save a little [...]
Sweet sweats
The last few days were the coldest this fall, here in the (brighter than tolerable) Sunshine State. That means one thing: warm sweatpants. Warm sweatpants means one thing: a pair I bought in college my freshman year. The beginning of my freshman year. Twenty-one years ago. My wife warns me she’ll deny any relation to me if I go outside wearing them. “Hey, isn’t that your husband?” “No, he was killed last year.” “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! How did it happen? He was so young.” “Well, he was hit by a Target truck carrying new sweatpants stock.” Man, [...]
From Windows with love
I come to you today from Windows 7. Before I go on, let’s get one thing clear. This is NOT a plug for Microsoft, Windows, or any of the Jolly Redmond Giant’s products. The statement above is just a statement of fact. If Freud could make it sound lewd, he might say, “sometimes a fact is just a fact.” I’ve defiled my otherwise lovely, de-fertilizing, aluminum uni-body MacBook with a copy of Windows, but this is not news. I’ve told you this before, and lots of people have done the same thing. Living in a Windows world with a good [...]
The simple post
I collect text editors on my iPhone like some collect coins. This latest app is the simplest yet – and may turn out to be my favorite. The last one was my favorite until it crashed and took an entire post with it. I was so pissed I had to put myself in time out – sans iPhone. The damn thing is too expensive, and more importantly – probably too fragile – to be tossing it around like a catharsis frisbee. So on we go. Another text app for John. It syncs with Dropbox. It better be stable. It also [...]
Easy come, easy go
I often come up with (what I think are) great blog posts driving to or from work. The fifteen to twenty minutes I spend in the car, radio off, windows open, countless strip malls a blur as I speed by on US 19, are some of those rare moments that are undisputedly “my time.” I always think to myself, “there’s no way I’ll forget this one.” But I always do.
