Picking Up the Thread
We're all born trying to pick up the thread.That is to say, an unimaginably enormous series of events happened before each of us was born, events that shape the moment in history we happen to inhabit at the moment of our birth. It's our job, if we choose to accept it, to fig

Frightfully Rude of Me...
I would be unforgivably remiss if I failed to thank the folks who emailed me during the last few months, enquiring with concern about my whereabouts.I'm sorry I didn't answer all of you, but that's how badly in the dumps I was.But enough of that! Since we're all about the slashes today, I do have to admit I larffed quite a bit when I read a few weeks ago that Tim Berners-Lee admitted in an interview that the two slashes in the "http://" formulation in Web URLs do nothing -- nothing! -- but waste electrons.It's like suddenly d

A Few Observations While Waiting for the Electrician (Or Someone Like Him)
As a great man once said (I forget who), it's really great to be on vacation.But it really blows to be on vacation for six months.As days turn into weeks, and weeks into months, and savings get burnt away until it occurs to him that he owns three guitars that could be pawned, a fella has, it seems, a tendency to mumble into silence.You run out of things to say. Nothing coming in, ergo nothing going out. Passivity. Watching the room get light, and then watching it get dark.Six months like that. Avoid it if you can. My heart goes out to you if you can't.At any rate, that's over now for the foreseeable future. I've landed (finally) on