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I once saw stars . . .

. . . on a cloudy, cloudy day. As you can see, I am giving my blog a big 2010 makeover. Please let me know if it doesn’t work with your browser. I will see what I can do. Thanks! :)

Joy versus Fun

While tucking away some Christmas cards, I began thinking about the word joy. When compared to fun, doesn’t joy sound a bit lofty? Somehow, joy sounds restrained, ordered and prim, while fun sounds active, spontaneous, and like you might even get your hands dirty. I still think Joy is a lovely first name, though.  So, Joy, if you ever read this, please don’t take offense!

The Year of the Blog

2010 may be the year of the Tiger, but for Dru Johnston, it’s The Year of the Blog. Actually, he started back in April of 2009, but his goal is to create an entirely new blog each day for a year. I didn’t say blog post, mind you, I said blog. It’s like NaBloPoMo on steroids, folks. He’s got some real gems, too: Fifth Grade Book Reports , which he describes as: ‘100 word book reports for books I didn’t read but have seen the cover. Written in the fifth grade.’ The Cuban Revolution as told through Word Clouds ,…

Last year’s Predictions for 2010

When my step-daughter was growing up, our New Year’s Eve tradition was to make predictions for the upcoming year. I’d write them in my diary, then bring them out the next year to see how accurate we were. People’s predictions can be quite revealing. Some folks make only negative predictions. Everything out of their mouth is dire and gloomy, while others go for humorous stuff, or limit themselves to one subject such as the weather or politics. There’s often a bit of wish fulfillment involved, too. This year, I decided to poll the people at our small gathering to see…

Duck billed platitudes

I love our neighborhood Chinese buffet. The food’s yummy, the staff is friendly and they do a brisk business. This being Texas, there’s a definite regional influence to the line-up: steak, frog legs, stir-fried chicken with jalapeno – even sushi rolls with ham and cream cheese. Their fortune cookies suck, though. Rather than predict anything fun, they merely give advice, and the advice is so obvious even your grandmother would roll her eyes, stuff like, ‘If you are kind to others, you will go far.’ I did get one the other day that was more creative than usual; it read,…

Waiter, there’s a mouse in my coffee

I can honestly say that I make the best espresso in town. Why am I so confident in this boast? Because I make the only espresso in town. Our little home machine is the closest thing to a real one in these parts. The nearest thing to espresso in this burg is spewed out by automated machines at the gas station. It’s actually pretty tasty, but it’s not a cappuccino. It’s not just the brew itself that I miss, but the coffee shops. A friendly coffeehouse offers a nice alternative to donut shops, bars, strip clubs, and churches, all of…