Month: November 2017
Need-Blind
The ocean of the Internet tosses up interesting flotsam, and then it sinks below the surface again. I read some passing reference, perhaps by Niall Ferguson, to...
Short Circuit
How many others in this party scene need a social lubricant?
More Books Than Time
Looking at my shelves lined with books, I know where some of them are from, but not all. The newer purchases have no tangible memory with them. Oh, I know a bit...
Library Hazards
Began work on organizing my collection of fiction today, and am very irritated. One of the cats — I know which one — has taken it upon himself to ur...
My Country’s Skies
Before leaving home today, I strolled down the lane to visit with the goats. The sun glistened on the milkweed. I love this place. It soothes my soul. I was bor...
In Living Memory
Number One Daughter got her first college acceptance today, from Wells College on the shore of beautiful Cayuga Lake. I need to get that FAFSA submitted. Some o...
Inky Fingers
There’s something about the smell of fresh ink. Each time I enter a bookstore, I pick a book from the shelf, riffle the pages, and bury my nose in it. Ink...
Impropriety
News of the world is daily maddening, full of pointless cruelty. We must take our moments of joy where we find them. My sons are in the bell choir at Trinity Un...
But the thing that David had done displeased the Lord
It seems only appropriate that Kevin Spacey should play the lead in House of Cards. The recent outburst of sexual assault allegations following an article in th...
Now If I Could Just Think of a Title….
Hi, I’m Will. I suffer from word count envy. I marvel over the seeming quickness of pen and flow of words of prolific authors, and envy that apparent eas...
My Sons Build Better Box Forts
My love and I put together the IKEA Billy bookcases for my library last Thursday. They had been occupying the hall, and my books boxes, due to certain logistic...
Practice What You Preach
Character matters.
The Timesheet
Today is a sick day. I’m not often sick. Well, here I am: sick again. It’s not from work, exactly. My love brought something back from Santa Fe, and...
Please, Sir, May I Have Some More?
Netflix noticed something strange and unexpected among users of their video streaming service: they would watch all of the available episodes of a series before...
Everyone Sang
Everyone suddenly burst out singing; And I was filled with such delight As prisoned birds must find in freedom, Winging wildly across the white Orchards and dar...
Gaming the System
Today is election day. The children, in this school district, have the day off. It should be a state or national holiday, if elections are important to this civ...
Attention Must Be Paid
My work — the employment for which I’m paid, that is — is invisible. Nothing to see here; move along. Long ago, the company asked us to let un...