Op/Ed, me, me, me
Ever since some person who’s going to be in the same circle of hell that’s reserved for bicycle thieves hit the Tercel, I’ve been noodling over the idea of a new car. Not a NEW new car, but a new to me car. A newer car, shall we say. I have shopped for cars exactly …
Authenticity. It’s the buzzword of the enlightened traveler. We seek the genuine experience, something unspoiled by commercialism or prior visitors; we seek the perfect interaction with the culture we’re visiting. Maybe our fantasy is to be adopted by a tribe, to receive some kind of acknowledgment that we’re not just another camera toting white shoe …
Click the image for full size, more readable. I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. The Internet. It’s a freakin’ miracle. The expats, for your genuine sympathy and understanding. Hooray for people who get it. The Seattle Ukulele Players Association for making music part of my life. The Tech Writing Superfriends, for sharing leads …
It might be time for you to toss that Halloween pumpkin into the yard waste bin. If you can afford to buy a swank new flat screen monitor, you can afford to recycle the old one properly instead of kicking it to the curb where it will be ruined by the rain. A few minutes …
Insulation Car repair and maintainence (The Tercel needs a CV joint) Non internet legal services (will, living will, power of attorney) Financial and investment consulting Cortison injections for my left shoulder Steam cleaning for grout in the bathroom A better health insurance plan that covers teeth and eyes A lucrative publishing contract and/or book deal …
At the bottom of a letter from the post office about my change of address: If you do not speak English or you do not understand this letter, please take it with you to your local post office for assistance.