Well, Mardi Gras is in memory of the time when Jesus shut himself up in a cave because he was pissed off at someone. It’s a long story. For forty days and forty nights he didn’t come out. You see,…
Hopeful Article
Koranic duels ease terror
Clue Time!
If a business owner asks another website owner to link to his site, that business presumably wishes to increase traffic in order to increase sales. One presumes that the sites asked for links are those that look most likely to…
Community Building
I run a mailing list for people in Georgia who are interested in creating communities, cohousing, etc. It’s a fairly private list, as it grew out of our homeschooling group. We don’t advertise its existence and are always rather surprised…
“If there is to be meaning in the world, we need to put it there”
The Way We Live Now: The Moral Cataclysm By SUSAN NEIMAN in the New York Times January 16, 2005 Disasters don’t just destroy lives; they mock them. One moment your horizon is filled with the fading glow of your last…
Gadget Lust
After switching phone carriers this week, I have a much wider variety of phones from which to choose. And that Treo 650 is looking far too sexy. I mean, I don’t *need* a new PDA, or a phone fancier than…
Foo
It’s terribly frustrating to finish a couple of new articles and edits to some old ones, then be unable to upload them to one’s server. I’m not a patient woman, but I never claimed to be one, either.
Well, I Don’t!
Another Lovely Day
What could be bad about a day that ends with snuggles with both partners? Okay, so it didn’t start so well. I have to acknowledge that bronchitis has triggered a flare. BUT—sambear took care of me, and there was nothing…
Poetry: My Son
My Son –Susan Cataldo From drenched: selected poems of Susan Cataldo 1979-1999 I love this messy room you live in The plants you care for The nickels & dimes & pennies you pile Up on your desk like no-good money…