Monthly Archives

June 2006

  • How to tell you’re middle aged

    It’s 10PM on a Tuesday. I just caught myself surfing sites on how to declutter the home. God, that’s bad. But I do like this suggestion: When travelling, pack old underwear, socks and t-shirts…

  • Over-abundance

    I complain a lot about having too much stuff. And it’s a dumb thing to do in a world where 90% of people have too little. I have this ideal notion in my head…

  • Mountain Power

    In the heart of Alaska’s Wrangell-St. Elias National Park there’s the tiny abandoned copper mining town of Kennecott/McCarthy. 30-40 people still live there, even though the mine was closed, suddenly, in the 1930s. It’s…

  • Really, I’m fine, thanks.

    No, I wasn’t Looking at the car door. I Ran Into It (see below). They should rename the Boxter “Bruiser” and sell idiot insurance to the owners. The only thing I’m still bewildered about…

  • Suddenly, on June 22, 2006, aged 38 years

    I inspected a car door today on my ride in to work. Up close. It was a silver Porsche Boxer. Convertible. With a tall lawyer in an Oxford blue shirt and gold tie. Maclaren…

  • Much More Music Please

    Still building the playlist to justify the iPod. Please help! Zac and Heavy Metal Dan have responded with some good tunes. Thanks! I’m listening to The Clientele right now: “Where the Universes Are”. Nothing…

  • “Permaculture”

    Back in the mid-nineties, as the Internet was taking off and media companies were merging in the orgy of “convergence” I used to joke that I wanted to buy a manual printing press and…