I almost smashed into a Seawall tree the other day while watching for incoming bikes on the path I was stealing from them. I now know that I should always look where I’m running. Bikes are still softer than trees. Similar posts: Putting a Running Barefoot in One’s Mouth Running New York: First Blood Running…Details
Heading north has always been the path to mystery, to silent eerie forests and shadow-filled canyons, to myths and legends beyond comprehension and to the cold bite of unforgiving winds or the penetrating humidity of endless fogs. As much as the South echoes in my mind of warm seas and aimless pursuits, the North is…Details
When the power goes out, one is left with much time to ponder. This is for Don Estorbo de la Bodega Dominicana, a very sweet, big, black cat. Day in day out.
And his mom.
Recently surfing the web on the StumbleUpon waves, I came upon an old photograph. “Oh, I said to myself, an old photograph.” The photo was just your typical black and white old shot, early 1900’s, with a bunch of guys in suits and ties, posing for some photographer. Big deal. And I was about to…Details
This is funny if you are just a touch geeky, so I’m actually reprinting it all integrally. Sorry, the source had rather questionable taste, so I won’t quote it. Mea culpa, but hey… It was found on StumbleUpon, though. Computer: Monitor, display this document, ok? Monitor: No prob, boss. Computer: OK, now it looks like…Details
Or better said, thinking with my stomach. Since it seems to be politically correct to do so, here are two of my recent crushes. First, there’s the mighty So.Cial sandwich, 2 minutes from work. You pick: a quarter of a sandwich for $6 or a full one for $12. You get a bag of free…Details