I read a lot of different web sites, as I’m sure a lot of you do. I’m addicted to information, whether it agrees with my views or not, whether it’s important or not. Yes, tell me about the latest virus hoax spreading about the internet. Yes, tell me about legislation that I need to know about. Tell me about penile enhancement and Nigerian bank accounts and war and peace and not buying gas and that Tri Club meeting that Tim Deboom is speaking at. Don’t filter anything for me; I can filter for myself. (more…)
It’s Saturday morning, and the rain is coming down in buckets. As the alarm bleeps at 6, I know someone in Malibu is losing his cliff side house to a mud slide, and I can hear the lawn sing for joy as it gets a long, tasty drink of water. And I’m in bed with Anne, my girlfriend, and we’re both wondering if the brick workout is going to happen today.
“We should get up and eat,” I say.
“Yes, we should,” Anne agrees. (more…)