A number of years ago I helped my mom get set up with a web host and a copy of Dreamweaver, and she managed to build a website for her business. She always described it as “a little funky”. Navigation and broken links were always a problem, and she struggled sometimes with presenting the many…

The reason I was up at 4:30 am this morning was to attend a ’20 minutes for peace’ meditation, which was billed as a 20-minute period of silence to take place around the world at noon Greenwich Mean Time. I usually abhor rallies and like activities, but this sounded like something I could handle. I…

It’s 4:30 am, time for profound thoughts. I know it’s customary in many cultures to end questions with the word ‘no’. The word ‘no’ can even be a question in itself. I just had this little dialog with Ann: Ann: Would you like a piece of toast? Me: No. Ann: No? Me: Silence. Brain stuck…

You would think from my Christmas post that we had a cozy, uneventful family Christmas. How nice. In reality, we nearly suffered 3rd-degree burns, lost T-Rex, flooded the kitchen, and burned ourselves and the house up in a ball of flame. I’m thankful that we’ve all survived December 25th without major injuries.

…from T-Rex. (And from us blurry folks at Lola’s table too…)

It may be a sad statement about our collective yearning for attention. Or it may be an innovative way to discover kindred spirits out there in the blogging world. I haven’t decided, but I did join Blog Explosion today out of curiosity. The deal is simple: you look at other people’s blogs and they will…

When I was living in a tent this summer I often experienced something that might be described as perspiration on the floor (though I always called it condensation). I’d never imagined any such thing could happen in a wooden house, though, much less underneath a heavy futon mattress. I thought we’d rented a far less…

I’ve added a few ideas for the hobolog that have been rattling around in my head for a while now. Something new to look at, a simplified post viewer on the right, a style-switcher so you can go back to the old look if you like. Please let me know if anything isn’t working properly.

This movie ambitiously portrays an artist wielding the power of truth as a sculpting tool. It’s clearly an adaptation of a stage play, and has both gems and stinkers in the dialogue. It’s a thought-provoking film, but takes a pretty dismal view of people in general. Even the artist, the only one who sees the…

Thanks to some good tips from the Radical Wacko, the hobolog is now armed with spam-fighting software that should post real comments immediately, while suppressing and doing battle with spam comments.