Observing Memorial Day 2005
Category: Society & Culture
Housework: Who wears the apron in your family?
American husbands are doing more housework than their wives give them credit for…but it’s still probably not enough.
Dancing Machines
Ballroom dancing is harder than it looks. Especially if your corduroy doesn’t rub.
One Ring to Rool, um, Rule Ya’ll
A tribute to the fabled Aggie Ring.
Cruising on autopilot
In which the concept of driving a car is equated to elevator music.
Work Like a Dog
I was walking through our neighborhood this morning, trekking back home after dropping the car at the shop to have the alternator checked out, and as I passed in front of a large home the front door opened and a yellow Labrador retriever came bounding onto the circle drive. He zeroed in on the plastic-wrapped… Continue reading Work Like a Dog
Blogging on the 4th
Here’s a great juxtaposition of technologies: I’m sitting in my front drive, blogging via a wireless connection while overseeing the creation of homemade ice cream in our 25 year old Sears, Roebuck & Company electric freezer. I suppose a more dramatic contrast would involve a hand-cranked freezer, but then I couldn’t blog, so what’s the… Continue reading Blogging on the 4th
This gives new meaning to the term “stage fright”
I saw a brief report of this on CNN Headline News yesterday, and just now found time to follow-up. This is from MSNBC: Visitors to Britain will find a new stop on London’s site-seeing route this spring: a usable public toilet enclosed in one-way mirrored glass situated on a sidewalk near the River Thames. The… Continue reading This gives new meaning to the term “stage fright”
Your Last Meal…?
When, as a mere lad, I began reading science fiction, one of the short stories that stayed in my memory was about a man on death row who made a deal with the devil. The details are a bit hazy — for example, I can’t recall exactly what the devil was going to get out… Continue reading Your Last Meal…?
Memorial Day 2003
Another Memorial Day has come and gone, and I have those familiar feelings that I didn’t properly observe the occasion. I didn’t attend any of the ceremonies, motorcycle cavalcades or services. I didn’t spend hours in contemplation with bowed head. I did fly our flag, and gave brief thought as to why, exactly, I was… Continue reading Memorial Day 2003