how you doin’?

ENTRY # 48 How does one measure time? I count the days ’til the end of summer. That’s one. I measure it in jobs, projects and deadlines. Thats another. In quarters, terms, semesters. Those units are interchangeable. They merely rotate. I measure it in my children. Ah! Thats what really makes the tick tock. I measure it in baby teeth, and motor skills (pincer grip graduating to hold a cup). …

weapons of mass destruction

ENTRY # 45 How do people find these things? From Alas, a blog Go to google, type in the search term “weapons of mass destruction” and click the Im Feeling Lucky button. *Was blog fishing last night (read that as procrastinating) and found Alas… Great writing, varied content, engaging illustration, and I love that the links are ordered by number of characters and arranged like an e.e. cummings poem. **And …

hacks

ENTRY # 43 The upshot of the following links is this: There was a hacker contest this past Sunday. It got varying levels of attention worldwide prior to the event. There was damage, but not a big deal overall Moral of the story- always be on your guard. Web hacking contest claims no big names LONDON, England (Reuters) — Computer hackers vying in a global contest on Sunday defaced a …

authoring my days

ENTRY # 42 It was a tossaway line that I stepped in and now is stuck to my sole. (soul?) “Decide the end, then work up to it.” So I shoot out my vision 10 years, 20 years, some time in the future like I beam for a parking space. (Its the one magical talent I have.) I guess I could make it so to ensure that Im surrounded by …

Rosario’s Garden 4

ENTRY # 41 And again, another day, Niel bolts from the big house to her. Almost every day when he can. He leaves tidiness and expectations (so many of them) to play in the dirt. They didnt really care that was gone. The benefit is that he isn’t underfoot nor touching delicate expensive things. The first few visits, it took a while to find her. She blends in so well, …

Rosario’s Garden 3

ENTRY # 39 “Come back!” “Come back here now! Your aunt Lil wants to see you!” Hidden under the table-clothed endtable; he watches pastel sensible shoes walk away then makes a break for the door. Out the door. Down the hall. Out the house and down the dirt drive. He looks back and sees more well dressed folk being let out of their cars, handing keys to Miles and Jed. …

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