Although complaining is par for the course with many bloggers, I try to avoid it. It isn’t because I can’t think of things to kvetch about; it’s because of my philosophy of complaining, which goes something like this:
Thoughts | Ideas | Musings
On Thursday evening, after a long day of blogging conference meet ups, I took the subway down to 14th Street.. My bags were very heavy and, as cab after available cab sped by,.. Then a pained sadness settled in my spirit.
Who is in charge? Who really regulates genetically modified crops? In a bureaucratic sleight of hand the USDA spreads the responsibility for GM products throughout three agencies…
On my last trip to Arizona, I was delighted at how well my social traffic app works to share real time traffic conditions and save time and gas money.
I didn’t end up in (or under) any of the Kansas floods. My house DIDN’T wash away. (knock on soggy wood) although I shouldn’t count that out yet.
When I was a kid we had a big lawn and the cheapest lawnmower on the block. ..our lawnmower was always covered in rust and when pushed shrieked like a banshee in heat.
Several years ago, I found myself enjoying the early morning hours more and gradually switched over to being an early bird. I don’t know what the genesis of the change was but I can say I like it.
Capturing motion is a beautiful way to convey a story in a photograph, sometimes even more so than a photo of the same subject in a stationary pose.
I never became a lawyer, but I did fall in love with Della Street. It seemed to me that Della was the perfect woman. Day or night, she was forever doing whatever Perry asked…