photo by Aaron Burden via Unsplash
I don’t know where I saw it today. I was idly skimming around the internet, wasting time while waiting for some long-running job to fail and issue a series of cryptic error messages that would take me the next hour...
from a window seat
It turns out that the actual solstice doesn’t occur until 9:27 CST tonight. I thought I’d missed it. Most of us think of this day, December 21st, as the “winter solstice,” and this day is over. It’s been dark for two hours. But in...
‘wet bulb’ trending
I was the kid with weird science kits. Chemistry sets, electronics kits, mechanical toys of all varieties. I even remember an architecture kit where I learned about cantilevers and spans by snapping little plastic I-b...
Hi, friends. Still here. It’s been a busy spring, and while I’d like to use that as my excuse for being one poor correspondent for these last few months, the reality is that I had time to write, and even things to write about. What I didn’t have was ...
Some disconnected ideas on the last Sunday of winter:
Fans of Buffy the Vampire Slayer will remember an odd plot development at the beginning of season 5. Buffy got a new sister, Dawn, out of nowhere. She just appeared in the middle of the ongoing se...
Illinois Sangamo 1910
As I mentioned last time, I’ve been floating around in a bit of an anhedonic funk, wasting time watching YouTube videos and generally not doing a damned thing. I live in a land where the TODO list grows monotonically, and...
Have you ever just wasted a whole month? I was going to say “burned” a whole month, but that particular verb implies that you took some kind of action. Burning something means you found a match, kindling, accelerant, whatever. No, I mean wasted, like...
I like to think of the letters that people sometimes include with their holiday cards as a form of proto-blogging. It was a form of mass publishing that predates social media by decades, one of the few methods people had even before email to keep oth...
On Friday I had the occasion to see my oldest friend. My mom and Tom’s mom were best friends from high school, and Tom was born just a couple of weeks after I was. We met—if you can call it that, given that neither of us could speak, or e...
subsumed
I’ve been one poor correspondent, I’ve been too, too hard to find. It’s been a busy couple of weeks. Thanksgiving, and now Nutcracker week, and it shows no signs of slowing down for a while. I’m kicking around some i...
