This post is number 43 in a series.
My latest camera download contained about 170 images from at least four trips. And I’m resolved not to get behindhand in organizing them. So I sat down to rank, keyword, catalogue and upload one of the trips, and before I know it I’ve spent an extra hour wande...
This post is number 42 in a series.
Last night’s storm could have woken the dead. We risked going out because it had been a while since the previous excursion, and walked the streets with lightning fizzing all around and thunder above our heads. Dry lightning, I was hoping. But no, and when the...
“Like it or not, addicts say, they have fewer and fewer choices in buying drugs.”
That’s a throwaway line in a recent Vanity Fair feature, one that has had a fair amount of play in the blogosphere.
I lied. That’s not actually the true quote. The truth is:
“Like it or not, farmers say,...
I've been reading Grant McCracken’s blog for a while now, and enjoying his posts without quite feeling the need to point anyone else at them. But this is a beaut, and not just because I feel it strongly myself.
Paul Allen, the Microsoft cofounder, has a yacht that is 416 feet long. It cost some...
How does a tick know when it has reached the back of my dog's neck?
The best suggestion yet, from my friend Massimo, is that ticks feed on arterial blood and they use some sort of heat-seaking mechanism to go where the vessels are nearest the surface. Plausible, but I don’t buy it. Not yet. Not...
