A poem, of sorts, in which
new ≠ better & easier ≠ better &
analog ≥ digital ≥ analog
rantings & ramblings
A poem, of sorts, in which
new ≠ better & easier ≠ better &
analog ≥ digital ≥ analog
No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away
Mr. Tom, my ninety-seven year old grandpa, was in a talkative mood today.
I am recording his words so they are not forgotten.
Today, he recalled a hunting trip. Continue reading “Mr. Tom Speaks on Tick Removal”
Like a coconut cake in a rotating cake stand, the Wheel of Time has turned to Teaser Tuesday. Continue reading “Teaser Tuesday: Eats, Shoots & Leaves”
Teachers instruct.
We do not take correction lightly, especially from students.
Well, most of the time. Continue reading “Monday Morning Grievance: Proven Wrong”
Like many 30-year-olds, Krystal and I work hard for our money, only to watch our hard-earned money disappear to student loans.
We like to have fun, but also have a limited budget for fun. What to do? Continue reading “Krystal & I Go Geocaching”