Where I Am Now
Clever observers, or those few who continued to follow this blog that I started way back in a previous life,...
Repeat Performance, At Last
Finally got to see 1947’s “Repeat Performance” this week after several decades. Ten years ago (ten!) I wrote about my...
When everything is possible, nothing is amazing
We recently put up a new poster in the back bathroom, a gorgeous bit of work from Hatch Show Print...
The Impersistence of Memory
Have you ever been annoyed by a detail in your memory, a detail that by its very presence tells you...
My favorite Christmas ornament
We have had a lot of Christmas ornaments over the years – bought, given, inherited, made by children. Every year,...
Holiday travel
Boy, there was a time when it was simple … our families were all pretty much in one place, and...
Not Static At All
When you were a kid, didn’t you think life was just static after a certain point, that grown-ups just became...
Five Typefaces That Ruined the ’70s
The other day someone in one of the Facebook groups I belong to decided to post this odd bit of...
Home Taping Was Not Killing Music
A group of music friends got into a discussion: Does anybody still make mix tapes/mix CDs, or are there any...