One of the newest functions downloaded to my Mac dashboard is an egg timer widget. It’s become a necessity since the 2007 election season kicked off just after Labor Day.
It was an extremely sad moment akin to losing the family pet. A large glass of water—obnoxiously big, according to my girlfriend—tipped from its resting place on my bedroom desk and poured its contents all over my six-month-old MacBook.
I branched out of my safety zone on a recent Friday, entering a skateboard contest put on by a Christian church. I paid my entry fee, skated for about 10 minutes and won my money back (and then some) in…
"Kudos for printing your personal environmental scorecard. I absolutely agree with the notion that most of us would love to reduce our impact on the environment if it just wasn’t so darned inconvenient—or expensive—or (my personal favorite) overwhelming."
Like many starving artists, I find inspiration in the odd hours of the day, or most often, the odder hours of the night. When the house has grown quiet, the last episode of “Cops” has ended and the outside becomes…