My 15 minutes of exercise
Just wrote a long, and very witty (I can assure you) diatribe about my afternoon. Unfortunately, I was writing it...
True Homeowner Confessions
The thing is, our attic is just an attic. You need a ladder to get up there. It has no...
Now it’s gone too far
My Blogspot/Google ad banner that appears on the top of the page today offered these links: Glycerol Ester of Rosin...
I got your BX cable right here, pal
What goes on in my wiring is truly frightening. But like most people, I’m convinced that if I don’t know,...
Don’t even ask
For reasons inexplicable, I suddenly had an overwhelming desire to enter The Wolverton Zone. Don’t say you weren’t warned.
Tearing down the house!
We’re never really clear whether this place was built in 1929 or 1939, but whenever it was built, man, they...
Morning drive time and berries
Just two notes about my non-urban life. First, my morning drive to work is barely long enough to fit in...
Another sign of summer
Apparently, some people are enjoying slow, leisurely days by the pool. They’re sunning themselves, reading a trashy novel, and enjoying...
Cigarettes and Red Vines
It’s just that time of year. Aimee Mann has an odd summertime vibe, especially “Ghost World,” which captures that school’s-out-I’m-all-alone-with-nothing-to-do...