I had no idea the weight of the Paraphrase. Sure, the book will be at least 700 pages long. It’ll be heavy. But the weight of it on my shoulders was apparently enormous. I’ve been in a relatively vegetative state since sending it out, which is rather uncharacteristic of me. …
It came yesterday. A Sony NW-S203F Sports Walkman. It’s pretty nifty, though I’m having a difficult time imagining how much time people must spend getting songs on and off these things. The good: The player is designed for exercise. It can adjust the music being played to your running/walking pace …
I don’t own an mp3 player of any kind. That’s right. No iPod. No Zune. No nothin’. I don’t own one, and I ain’t been sorry. Just about every time I see some kid zoning out with buds in his ears I think of the “seashells” in Fahrenheit 451. Here …
Mr. Pres(id)ent, thank you. Thank you for proving, once more, that any idiot can buy/steal/fool the electorate of this once-great country of ours. Bull Moose, where have you gone?* * My favorite Teddy Roosevelt moment… The presidential candidate for his newly formed Progressive Party, TR was shot on 14 October …
Our non-Jeep car (not pictured) appears to be sputtering its way toward the premature death that awaits most American-made vehicles. It’s a Dodge Stratus, built in this century. But still it dies. Rust burdens its skin, and the innards are diseased. Sometimes the power locks work; sometimes they don’t. Sometimes …