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Space: 1999

Space: 1999

I used to watch [[Space: 1999]] as a child and it inspired some of my earliest sci-fi fantasies. At about 6 years old, I crushed on Barbara Bain, and even wrote her a letter, the response of which, lip stick and all, was probably ghost-written by my mom. A few years...

Garlic, Take Two

Just planted four cloves, barely under the dirt and covered by a thick layer of used guinea pig shavings. As per a friend’s advice (Russell, the father-in-law of the current head of my lodge, and a WWII vet), I meant to plant them closer to Columbus Day, but got...
Gericho Loop

Gericho Loop

I actually dreamed about this. Literally. In my dream, I was talking to a client who wanted me to do something for them they heard about — taking a website viewer somewhere else to do something before going to the target of a link. They said it was all the rage....
Mug Handles, Revisited

Mug Handles, Revisited

Ah, nothing so taken for granted in our society than mug handles. Unexamined. Unchallenged. Unergonomic. They compress the fingers and are awkward on the wrist. Most long-standing functional objects have been perfected in times of yore. Well I don’t want your...

A Week Without Facebook

I posed the question of being on Facebook too much — on Facebook. Someone said if I wanted to know if I was addicted to it, I should just quit it for a week. So I did. No blood pact or promise or fanfare or proclamation. I just stopped outright visiting. I still...