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My Books

Or Thoughts in Front of a Bookshelf I like my books. They aren’t particular about the company they keep. The big ones don’t look down on the small ones. The oversize ones recline gracefully, like some ancient staute of Buddha, when the shelf hasn’t enough headroom....

Back to the Drawing Board

Or There’s No Place Like Home Time has taken wing in a big way and suddenly a full month has flown… Apologies for that, I had entertained illusions of actually keeping up a newsletter and deadlines, but the muse flew the coop along with the rest. But, I’m back. Not...

Why I Hate Shopping

Misadventures in the Land of Plenty Why do I dread going shopping? Especially for food (which admittedly is unwise if not downright idiotic). I think my problem is concentrating. There’s just so much to look at in a supermarket that I forget the food; even a list...