for Felipe Alberto

meeting young ones makes me feel old. seeing friends of my own age does the same—except we've walked similar paths, over which the snow falls to dust us evenly.

nothing but a head

if I'm not dead by the time the first book is published for which the author used voice-recognition software instead of a pen, typewriter, or computer, kill me.

have you noticed?

month by month, my blog entries have decreased in number: 30 in January, 28 in February, 22 in April, 18 in May, 15 in June, 10 in July, and 9 so far in August.

buying the Farm

I'm thinking of buying a car so that I can have it insured through State Farm. then, I'll be able to save enough money that I can afford to buy myself a falcon!

one reason that I don't own a car

a Hyundai commercial states that "you can't change gas prices." hmm. I'd bet that we could have something to say about gas prices—say, if we stopped buying gas.

whisperings

this blog is a metaphor for my persona: content with working from behind the scenes, under the radar, slightly over the shoulder—like the proverbial Black Pope.

just off the top of my head

here are 7 more words you can use instead of "amazing": remarkable, astonishing, wonderful, fascinating, incredible, scintillating, fantastic, and unbelievable.

putting the F in FedEx

dear FedEx, where the F are you? you're keeping me from a shower, shave, and my laundry! have you learned nothing from Kramer's run-in with the Plaza Cable guy?

let's make a deal.

here's an idea for commercial advertisers: I agree to let you track my purchases, if you stop broadcasting ads into my home for products of yours I already own.

brothers–(and-sisters)–in-arms

nothing bonds a group like setting off to unknown lands to wage war with an unknown foe. of course, I refer to my softball team's trek to Portland last weekend.

if my math is correct...

one lesson I've learned—and which seems to be very difficult to learn—is that near-future matters we fret & fuss over aren't worth fussing over 90% of the time.