Some people are public. Some people are private. I'm a private person. I couldn't imagine myself as a star of a reality television series; besides the feeling that my life really isn't that interesting (sorry, not all writers lead Hemingway-esque lives, though I would settle for a Fitzgerald-ian life), even blogging skirts the level ofContinue reading “On My Life, As a Reality Show”
Category Archives: Life
On Fixing Facebook’s News Feed Font
Tuesday morning, as I was settling down to my first cup of coffee for the day, I logged into Facebook and noticed something. No, not the big banner at the top of my news feed telling me that it was Election Day and which of my friends had already voted, though that was a usefulContinue reading “On Fixing Facebook’s News Feed Font”
On Flattening Pennies on Train Tracks
I flattened a penny on the train track. Today was grey and gloomy. The alarm, when it trilled, ripped me from a dream about Taco Bell and the fall of governments to the pattering sound of rainfall on the roof and outside the window. I thought briefly of driving to work. The rainy dampness wasContinue reading “On Flattening Pennies on Train Tracks”
On Facebook Follies
Facebook likes to make suggestions. It likes to show you things that it things you might be interested in. I wonder how it knows what I might be interested in. Because, truly, it seems to show me only things I don’t want to see. 😉 It’s the friending suggestions that I sometimes find unnerving. ItContinue reading “On Facebook Follies”
On the Simplicities of Binary Day 10-10-10
10-10-10. I’ve been calling today “Binary Day.” One-Zero-One-Zero-One-Zero. All ones and zeroes. A binary day. Oh, there have been others this year — in January and in November — but this particular Binary Day is unique. It’s the only Binary Day that is exactly the same on both sides of the Atlantic. Our British cousins,Continue reading “On the Simplicities of Binary Day 10-10-10”
On What I Miss About Childhood
At times, I miss the smell… Of cow manure. In my childhood years, I lived in Virginia's Shenandoah Valley. My elementary school, Linville-Edom, stood on a barely paved road in the midst of the valley's rolling farm country. Across the street was a farm. To either side of the school? Farms. And what was notableContinue reading “On What I Miss About Childhood”
On Awkward Subway Encounters
She sat hunched over on the subway car’s bench. It wasn’t the coat she wore that I noticed first — brown, long, heavy, wintry, a fur-lined hood, wholly inappropriate to the day’s weather. Rather, it was the savage odor that permeated the subway car — sweat and grime and soiled clothes. The smells mixed togetherContinue reading “On Awkward Subway Encounters”
On a Paean to Punctuation
Today, September 24th, is National Punctuation Day. I, who have never seen a comma I didn’t like, wanted to take a moment to encourage each and every one of you, my readers, to revel in your love of and need for punctuation. Whether it is the curiosity inherent in a question mark, the certainty inContinue reading “On a Paean to Punctuation”
On Chocolate-Covered Gummi Bears and Other Things
Recently I discovered the greatest food invented by the mind of man. Juice-filled gummi bears. Long have I had a passion for gummi bears. I liked going to a candy store at the mall and filling a bag with scoops of gummis right out of the bin. I like gummi bears soft and chewy. IContinue reading “On Chocolate-Covered Gummi Bears and Other Things”
On Contemplating Pseudonyms
Many years ago, when I was a manager for EB Games, I told a friend of mine that I did some writing on the side and that someday I hoped to be published. "Do you write under your own name? Or do you use a pseudonym?" he asked. "Under my own name," I said. "I'veContinue reading “On Contemplating Pseudonyms”