The Other Meaning of Syndicate
This is not about RSS, or Atom. Nor is it about that meeting in the Bay Area a week or so ago. This is about a different kind of syndicate, The Syndicate, as it was known, well before people had feeds and blogrolls, link love and the like.
Richard Kimble May Be Looking For Me
Holiday Season Dream Come True?
Despite a sudden bout with Carpal Tunnel Syndrome (which has me typing
this post exclusively, solely, and very slowly with the fingers on my
left hand), I felt compelled to share this piece of artwork with
you. It came via e-mail from a friend, and lessened the pain in
my right hand (now wearing a thumb/wrist/forearm brace).
How Do I Blog? Let me count the ways . . .
Thanksgivings Past
Prior to college I don't have any clear or specific memories of
Thanksgiving meals. My Sophomore year in college was a memorable one.
Hair Funny
Seeing
a pierced and tattooed young person with a hairdo that would incline
one to think this might be a person of questionable sanity, I often
wonder,
"What does the family say at the Thanksgiving dinner table?" Or
maybe just what is the ride-home afterward gossip re those getups and
hairdos (hair don'ts?)?
Via TiVo the Campaign Dirt is Still Slung