Heat
Drenched in sweat thanks to the charming weather here in New York—Oh wait, I forgot, I promised only to bitch about one season which would be winter so let me say I love summer and begin again.
Drenched in sweat thanks to the charming weather here in New York—Oh wait, I forgot, I promised only to bitch about one season which would be winter so let me say I love summer and begin again.
I've been working on the <i>Buyer's Guide</i>. Again, I find myself getting all tangled up in the content. Goodness me. My focus shifts away from the cold cells. I lose sight of borders, completely forget about column width. And find myself wondering:
<I>Timesonline</I> has a great article/book review focusing on the Tasmanian Devil. There's great stuff here, but what really grabbed me was a great nickname: Colonel William “Phlegmatic” Paterson.
In this City Belt interview, Tris McCall, writer and musician, discusses the relationship between work and art.
Well, that's what Seth Lloyd thinks. I love this <I>Technology Review</I> interview because the writer obviously doesn't buy the theory, but he gives Lloyd a fair shake in laying it out.
Bagheera may have more of the chair, but Huck's looking pretty smug about using her as a pillow.
Aww, ain't they cute?
As a writer, I agree wholeheartedly. It's the word that causes all the trouble, not that, as a writer, I know much about dollars.
What can I say about cables?
But I might make an exception for the unedited scroll of <I>On the Road</I>.