Learning to adapt.
In which I learn who I am when faced with harsh criticism.
Autumn and Fall.
Feeling red and orange and gold.
Scene-stealers and showboats.
On two types of leading actor.
And I alone escaped to tell thee.
This is Mohammed el-Fateh Osman, the three year-old boy who is the only survivor of yesterday’s plane crash in the Sudan that killed 116 people. He suffered burns and lost … Continue reading
Train of thought jumping the tracks.
What happened? This used to come so easily. What happened to the pipeline between mind and mouth and fingers, why do they no longer cooperate, why does mind have lofty … Continue reading
The Rise of the Roman Numeral.
What does it say about a civilization when the only facet of its culture that survives is its system of numerals? Consider Rome. Sure, the Coliseum still stands, but they … Continue reading
Welcome to Little League!
Everybody’s a winner! I was unable to definitively choose a winning suggestion to the contest I placed on this Journal 11 days ago, and so my compromise is to give … Continue reading
Sharks in the pool.
Random thoughts for Wednesday: – Nothing makes you appreciate the jobs of others quite like having to do them yourself for a few days. My managing editor has been out … Continue reading
That comes out of your pay, Cratchit.
Christmas Eve in the office and there are but four of us here. I’m only here because I said I would be, and as such, my manager left a few … Continue reading
As I walked from the trains station to work this morning, I noticed an unusual amount of fresh spit on the sidewalk. I had two thoughts: 1) Why am I … Continue reading