I have an alternate reality that, in a certain light or summer air, pokes a hole in this one. It’s the parallel universe in which I did graduate from Brown, married a jerk who nonetheless made a very good living that enabled the purchase of a second home, had kids driven neurotic by the fact that their parents hated each other, got a divorce by reason of (his) adultery, and received the Montauk house, my designated place of privacy and solace, in the settlement.
Too D*d Hot
We’ve had days of misery, heat and humidity, and it feels like weeks since it’s been decent weather for any kind of outdoor activity.
Cape Cod Technology Workshop
I’ve been mulling around the idea for an after-school technology program for kids 9-12 (grades 3-6) for a while, and filed a business application yesterday at Town Hall.
Gardener’s Diary
Surprise, surprise: the beach rose has a SECOND bloom, first time in three years.
Motivation for Macworld
If it hadn’t been for a promise to deliver an iPod, I probably wouldn’t have made the trip to Macworld/Boston yesterday, but as it turns out, I’m so glad I did.
Grands
This week, I’ve had a triple dose of the grandkids, which has been great, but, boy, am I feeling my age tonight.
Then again, the recent weather hasn’t helped (more on that below).
Fact – and Fiction
CNN and CareerBuilder.com published a story yesterday about yet another research study – this one, by econ professors Daniel Hamermesh of the University of Texas and Jeff Biddle of Michigan State University – that proves, once again, the advantage that good-looking people have in the workplace, or maybe it’s more the disadvantage the rest of us mere mortals haul around like a dead carcass.
More Damp
After a picture-perfect July 4th weekend, we seem to be back in a pattern of soggy weather, which is great for evergreens, but can be nasty for flowers.
War Zone
I have some sociopathic neighbors who think it’s fun to set off fireworks until well after 10 or even 11:00.
Here’s a suggestion, meatheads: if you like the sound of bombs so much, why don’t you take yourselves to Afghanistan, or even better, Iraq.
And as for the loud-mouthed punk who was on Route 28 tonight and pulled in to one of those low-rent condos by the dump: I’m really REALLY sorry I didn’t make life better for the rest of us by following you the rest of the way home and crushing your ignorant, worthless ass into a blob of insensate protoplasm – sort of like the goo that sloshes around in that Neanderthal skull of yours.
Then again, I’m glad I didn’t soil my new truck.
Third of July
The annual Fourth of July party at Bonnie’s parents’ house has come and gone, a much-looked-forward-to event which features Bonnie’s colorful family, tons of food and drink, recorded and live music and a sublime setting.