I. Birth of an idea For a while now, I have wanted to clean up my Evernote instance. I’ve got over 12,000 notes there. The problem is: I’ve never looked at 80% of the notes. They get in automatically through services like FileThis and I’ve never had need to access those notes. I’ve looked perhaps…
Since I’ve collected another five interesting reads, I figured I might as well share them. Five at at time seems just about right: enough to warrant a post, and not too much to overwhelm. Incidentally, I’ve been categorizing these posts as “interesting-reads” and you can use that category if you want to see all of…
Now and then, when I find myself taking technology for granted, I try to step back for a few minutes and imagine what my grandfather would have thought about the technology advance over the last 17 years since he died. My grandfather always seemed surprised and delighted by advances in technology. He would marvel at…
It is a simple pleasure to feel handy around the house. In these days when just about anything can be farmed out, it’s nice to do-it-yourself now and then, to feel a sense of accomplishment and pride in a job well-done. We’ve occasionally done things around the house. In our old townhouse, Kelly has repaired…
For those who don’t follow along on Twitter or my Facebook page, I post a link to “retro post” once-a-day, selecting from one of the thousands of posts I’ve written here on the blog over the last 15+ years. Here are the retro posts for this week. 9/12/21: The Perfect Time Machine (2016) 9/13/21: 3…
Is it cheating if your experience comes from books? Say, you’re chatting with friends and during the course of the conversation, someone comments on the beauty of Westminster Abbey. You jump in and agree to its beauty, but what really astounds you is a certain place in the Nave where you find yourself standing among…
There are people who are yellers and people who are not yellers. I fall into the latter category. My parents were occasional yellers, at least as I remember it. Back when I lived in apartments in Los Angeles, I would sometimes hear yellers. Their yells would echo through the narrow open spaces of the apartment…