First Spring Ride: What I Always Forget
Getting back on a nice, sleek road bike after months and months of riding a laden-down, upright commuter festooned with...
Another one I forgot
Another sign I’m not of this culture? I have never owned a video camera. There are not endless hours of...
Not of this culture
The past few weeks have been filled with cultural events that often make me think I’m not of this culture:...
More harm than good
A very random line from a post over at Indie Moines set me off on something that has been weighing...
Okay, enough about your rights
My disappointment over the tremendously self-serving reactions to Newtown and the rash of other shootings in the past few months...
Going ballistic
These newfangled plastic straw wrappers are rubbish for shooting at your father.
Faded art
Once, every sign was a handpainted sign. For a while in the ’80s, I worked in an office next to...
This is why we can’t have nice things
Because the real icicles get hung up in the fake icicles. Welcome to 2013, and to winter (finally).
2012: Please leave. Now.
Carl & Tarri (Photo credit: carljohnson) I recently had a phenomenally trivial family trivia question enter my head: I suddenly...