Is There Something in the South Carolina Water? I Hate That I Have to Ask…

Can anyone explain to me why the Hagia Sophia — the former basilica built by the Emperor Justinian, now a mosque in Istanbul — is a campaign issue in South Carolina’s Senate race? Anyone? Anyone? No? My inner historian is scratching his head and biting his lower lip in abject confusion. Constantinople fell to theContinue reading “Is There Something in the South Carolina Water? I Hate That I Have to Ask…”

The Last Card

Grief is weird. Today was the Lancaster Stormers’ Fan Fest. They were to play an exhibition game against the Black Sox (a traveling semi-pro team, AIUI) before the Atlantic League season begins on Tuesday. When I entered the stadium, I saw tables set up around the concourse. A local elementary school was holding an artsContinue reading “The Last Card”

Things I Can’t Buy

Ah, Facebook, you know me! Facebook serves ads. Ads and algorithmic content are Facebook’s raison d’ĂȘtre, after all, not keeping up with friends, family, and things of interest. It’s vitally important that Facebook show me interesting restaurants in Memphis (never been) and concerts I’d like to see in Tulsa (also never been) instead of, oh,Continue reading “Things I Can’t Buy”

Long Journey, Small Steps, That Sort of Thing

I saw this while scrolling through Twitter a few days ago… No, Alfin. My coding journey began here. Yes, the venerable Timex Sinclair 1000. With its membrane keyboard, 2 kilobytes of memory internal, and a 16 kilobyte external memory pack. A RF switch for connecting to the television. A heavy DC power adapter that gotContinue reading “Long Journey, Small Steps, That Sort of Thing”

Signs of a Late Spring

When I was little, I remember the saying, “March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.” The way I understood that was, March is stormy and awful at the beginning, and it’s spring’s early days at the end. Life experience tells me that’s sorta true, and this year has probably beenContinue reading “Signs of a Late Spring”

Grief Written in Stone

A week ago it was almost eighty degrees. This morning I woke to snow on the ground. It’s been a wild couple of days. It was pretty but with gale force winds on Saturday when I was in Lancaster for the Shamrocked Beer Festival, genuinely nice on Sunday, and yesterday (Monday) was warm and rainyContinue reading “Grief Written in Stone”

Beer and Music, Oh My!

Today was the Shamrocked Beer Fest, held the weekend of St. Patrick’s Day by the Lancaster Stormers, the minor league baseball team across the river. I’ve gone the last two years. I did not go for the beer festival. I bought a much cheaper Designated Driver ticket, because all I was interested in was theContinue reading “Beer and Music, Oh My!”