Excerpts from email written in 1995 or 1996 by Joanna. Benjamin wanted to write a secret message in white icing between two of the layers, so I made him make some cream cheese icing. Someone just rapped at my window. I pulled back the partially closed curtain to reveal Nathan peering at me from the…
Now that I have blogging software installed, I have this fiendish urge to make nothing but bloggish posts. That is: things that no one else could possibly want to read. These take a couple of forms. One of them mimics the Seinfeldish comic routine wherein the comedian says, “Have you ever noticed…” then points out…
A few hours ago, Joanna caused my MP3 player to stray from its usual random-order playback and instead play Pink Floyd. This was good. Joanna and I both simultaneously noticed and admired the line, “come on you target of far away laughter.” This was odd, since neither of us had previously paid any attention or…
In the midst of my recent poo-pooing of blogs in general, I’ve stumbled across what might be one of the best of the worst kind. It’s not what I consider a “real blog”, something that exists to link to other interesting things on the web, (A good example might be Slashdot.) but rather more of…