cyberhobo

My morning post reminded me of this picture of Rio Maggiore, location of several such joyous mornings. There are streets and stairways lurching up among the stacks of apartments in steep and crazy wandering lines. I liked to spend the day exploring upwards, then as my energy waned I would drift naturally down to the…

This morning I didn’t scrub my coffee cup out quite well enough, so my coffee tastes like jasmine green tea. Hobos may ACT like they would glady stomach any coffee-like concoction, but I think at heart we’re coffee snobs. Nothing will make a person more appreciative of the vast differences in java brews than wide…

My Mom, dynamo that she is, has just written, illustrated, self-published, and is now self-marketing a new book, What’s On the Beach. It’s packed with her artwork and expertise on Great Lakes nature, and looks like FUN too. I can’t wait to read it. She needs all the help she can get, so if you…

It sounds simple. So I thought we could start by figuring out what dates all four parents can manage to be at the same place. Then add siblings, friends, and other relatives. But already the puzzle pieces don’t fit together. This isn’t going to be easy, is it? I’m surprised that weddings happen at all.

This metal in Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged is almost a character in itself, with its unsurpassed strength and lightness. In the book Hank Rearden develops the new alloy through years of disciplined experimenting. I’ve always kept my eye out for the discovery of ‘miracle’ alloys, wondering if there would be a character like Rearden behind…