the art of writing is discovering what you believe
A house I pass each day seems to be inhabited by someone in the expensive or cool car business. There’s a Honda S2000 there most days, but I have seen a new black Ferrari there, and this week, there are (or were) two 2002 Mini Coopers.
Google Search: 2002 mini cooper
Continue reading “Mini mania”
Well, it was over too quickly. The next trip will be for a longer duration just to work around the weather.
Continue reading “the beach”
The startup that brought me to Seattle was building a system to locate documents in a repository that resembled the one currently on the user’s display (we called it “no click search” since it required no keywords or query language: we knew what you wanted). For reasons I won’t go into here, the company failed, but the idea is still pretty compelling to me.
Continue reading “Dewey decimal redux”
perhaps you’ve seen this?
CROSSED.NET – YOU CAN GET THERE FROM HERE – 703-864-6564
Continue reading “bizarro spam”
Ocean Shores tomorrow afternoon.
Continue reading “countdown to lethargy”
I seem to be always finding things to do . . . Like I need more distractions.
I have too many computers to deal with here. What started out as a lab/learning experience has become more of a penance.
Continue reading “too many machines”
I have some other odds and ends here that might be of use to someone besides myself.
Continue reading “other stuff to look at”
Add to that about 10 strawberry plants, two blueberry bushes, some boysenberries, some raspberries, two grape vines and a nectarine tree and we should be OK for fruit. I haven’t yet figured out the other half of the garden plot: I have tomatoes started inside, as well as basil, but I’m not sure what else. Suggestions are welcome, bearing in mind our tricky regional climate.
After a very disappointing effort last summer at the Picardo P-Patch, I decided to carve out some garden space here at the house.
Continue reading “coarse gardening”
And they had no idea I was going to reward them with a stop at Ben & Jerry’s until we got there, either, so they did it just because they had to.
or how good my kids can be
Continue reading “a grand day out”
MOVABLE TYPE :: Personal Publishing System
My first weblog posting. Move along, nothing more to see here . . . .