There’s a sign on the inside of the door to my office (not my door, but the main door) which says:
During Flu Season: 1. cover your mouth when you cough, 2. wash your hands often….
Pretty common sense stuff, right? ‘Tis better to infect a single hand than the air we share. Or is it? What becomes of this hand? Do you rush off to the bathroom to disinfect, with the greater good…
There is one reader that may feel me on this one. Before I get ahead of myself, let me lay it out for you.
I’m in my office (no not now… I’m laying out the scene from earlier today), which isn’t normally such a bad thing… but I’d been away from it under the direst of circumstances: the dreaded sinus infection (with just a pinch of bronchitis for flavor). Due to…
I don’t much feel like writing, but I’m going to anyway… idle fingers and all that…
Let’s run down the list:
1. Skipped shaving… check!
2. Skipped church… check!
3. Skipped brushing teeth… (tentative) check (yuck)
4. Fever… negative (for now)
5. Sense of malaise… check!
6. Official flu diagnosis… negative (for now)
7. Leave the…
If you see me on Monday and I’m looking a little off my game, this is the reason why: Cascading Style Sheets… or CSS for short. For some reason I thought it would be swell to teach myself a few more of the basics of CSS this weekend… and try to set up a simple page as a test. The result is a new, minimalist home page for my web site. It’s plain, it’s a creativity free…
(Author’s note: this entry makes a little more sense knowing it was written two weeks ago.)
Your body is not a bank. In so far as you are not made up of mortar, timber or stone, this is pretty obvious. The bank as a metaphor for your body’s function doesn’t work well, on many levels. You see… with a bank you can’t continue to make withdrawals without the occasional…
We were rummaging through our hurricane supplies for a quick and dirty, single fully-functioning parent meal, when I discovered some beef stew lurking in the stash. I was all set to enjoy the simple pleasure of canned meat… until I noticed the label: “No Preservatives!”
Friends, I don’t know about you but I have pretty strong feelings about preservative-free beef in a…
I love the fact that I can find words like “mooch” in the dictionary. It makes writing for this site so much easier when I can verify the appropriate usage of slang. Is “mooch” just a random sample, plucked from the Kauffman Vocabulary Archives as a purely hypothetical example of slang? As it turns out I’m right in the middle of a little practical application right…
So you say its Thursday. I guess I’m in no position to argue. Hosting a (likely) viral infection automatically disqualifies me as official timekeeper. Heck, it could be Sunday for all I know. Here’s what I do know, and this is probably the most important thing of all… I’m sitting at home with my feet at the same elevation as my waist. What’s even more important…
There’s an old family saying that is appropriate for the occasion: “He who temps fate with recollections of good fortune hands fate a shovel, and grants it the vigor to dig a big hole.”**
It was just yesterday that Cheryl had remarked that I had been in good spirits since getting back on the bike. Thanks to Cheryl’s hasty proclamations I woke up this morning with a raging…
It does the soul good to know that our efforts are not in vain; that our attempts to good sometimes bear fruit. In my case I had pulled out all the stops to sway opinion. I looked up government data, pulled together an imposing collection of statistics, and summed it all up with old fashioned good sense. In the end minds were swayed, behaviors changed, and attitudes tweaked.
This morning, for the…