Archives: 2007 May
Thinking Out Loud: Man with a long scarf
Thinking Out Loud: Man with a long scarf
Thirty years ago, Star Wars was released. There’s a lot of talk about that, but when this movie first came out I was just a little too young to appreciate it. Only around the time of The Empire Strikes Back did I sit up an pay attention (and made up for the missing years in [...]
Photo of the Week: Amber
I missed last week’s: “smoke.” Nothing inspired me. I’ll see if I can’t fill in the gap eventually.
Thinking Out Loud: The back seat of cars
Thinking Out Loud: The back seat of cars
I don’t understand why cars, these days, have DVD players and things like that as a selling point. I don’t understand why, on long car journeys, we expect that all our kids will want to do is tune out and watch even more cartoons. I can understand music. My first personal stereo (it wasn’t a [...]
Thinking Out Loud: Labored art
Thinking Out Loud: Labored art
Last week I took part in a creative project that required me to document my day using photographs. It sounded fun–and I thought it might get me to think about where my time goes. It did, too, but it wasn't quite as much fun as I envisaged. The problem was that as soon as the [...]
Thinking Out Loud: Life’s little ironies
Thinking Out Loud: Life’s little ironies
We recently set up a new server so that I could host my nine domain names. (World domaination. Har har.) After I returned from Charleston, we did triage, and decided that as one of them had just been billed, the next in line would be Markeroni, as its next billing due date was May 5th. [...]
May Mileage
Start mileage: 30252.3 Miles in April: 451.3 Miles in 2007: 3294.1 Bah! Not riding nearly enough.
The End
My favorite moments Sitting in the lush churchyard of the Unitarian Church, making friends with a stray, friendly Manx cat Receiving endless generosity from friends: spare beds, drinks, treats and even…Marmite! Lunch with Molyneux, Netstation, and Skyring Water-releasing with Skyring Meeting the Charleston Book Crossers Sploshing through puddles as I escaped the hostel, wearing my [...]

