That feeling when I had left the edit window open but forgot what I had intended to write
That feeling when I had left the edit window open but forgot what I had intended to write
Today marks the first day I was asked if I was eligible for a Senior Discount
I had always imagined that fatherhood would be instructive. I had no way to know how profound it might be.
I mention culture because I fear the contribution I can make as an individual isn’t enough. Or, worse, that the ideas I have about peace, love and understanding aren’t real. That’s not who humans are. We should not aspire.
I feel dumb. It took me too long to locate the song-rating functionality in the iOS 13 beta. I had thought Apple was removing it. I spent lots of time mentally architecting a solution that proved to be completely unnecessary.
The more I think about writing, the more difficult the act itself seems to become.
That feeling when you go to the break room, there’s nobody to wait for, the coffee carafe is full, and you make no spills
I watched two movies about the Apollo Space Program this weekend.
The experience is very complex for me, emotionally. The experience of writing this post is an attempt to define what it means.
I had …
That thing where you pre-order a book and forget about it until it arrives at your door…
It’s fun to live in the future. I added a page to my blog and filled it full of thoughts from my head with a device small enough to fit in my hand–and with no cabling. It still feels like magic, even speaking as an old techy.