Image via Wikipedia As much as we would like to leave email in the dust and move on to a brand new world of constant co-creation, we are never farther from this reality than we are right now. Email has become the one equalizer for everyone who cares to take part. No …
Image by Julie70 via Flickr Being in favor of things is not so very hard. I’m for watching TV in the evenings. I’m for laughing with children. I’m for opening up boxes as soon as they come in the mail. I’m for remembering what I’ve done with those I’ve done …
No matter how luxurious or feature-ridden, the back of a car in-between two enormous carseats is not a comfortable place to be. As you try to squeeze in the car past one set of feet, you push both of the carseats, trying to make enough room for your waist. There …
I took my brother to school every day of his middle school career. I was already going to our 7-12 campus for my high school education, so it wasn’t any extra work. We would load up the car with the requisite backpacks and band equipment (his) and we went to …
One of my favorite songs is called “To build a house” by Lincoln, an incredibly little know band that only put out one album in 1997. Until today I wasn’t too sure what it meant because I had never known someone who actually had built their own home. The lyrics …
For the third time in a month I am away for a long weekend. On each of these occasions, I turned on the away message for email, chat and voice mail. This is what one does in modern society. We have made a contract with one another to always be …
Image via Wikipedia Call it an office or a tool shed or a garage, but the Man Cave has become something of a mythical figure in daily married life. It is something to aspire to if you don’t have one or escape to if you do. It is decked out …
I used to eat at McDonald’s instead going to church. I used to sit with one of my best friend’s in the world and talk about just how our lives were turning out in the latter half of high school. We would talk about the books we were reading and …
There were two man roads that led into my home town: East Washington and Bell. In the middle of town, they were one block apart but by my house, which was off of Bell, they were at a distance of about a mile. They are mostly responsible for making a …
I used to put my hours on a time card. I used to slot it into metal container made especially for that purpose. I didn’t punch in because that would have required too much investment on the machine that actually made the punches. I would just carefully scrawl the time …