After a busy day at work – I rushed home to get as many chores done as possible before dark. I pulled into our driveway and called for my daughter, who was at her grandmother’s house in the back. I explained to her that we had things to do and that I needed her help. She initially freaked out about having to do homework, but I told her it would be ok to take a break from homework tonight. Up first…
As parents, we see our kids all the time – but don’t really see them at all. It’s the woods for the trees phenomenon. Or, if you like, being too close to your product to clearly articulate its value to the audience. They’re our children. Human beings growing at the fastest rate of their lives. And we don’t see it. Earlier tonight my wife brought up a cute thing that one of our daughters used to do when she was…
It’s time to light a rescue fire in the letters SOS. Also, there’s this: Maybe this is why I can’t take Republican politicians seriously this election. *** Jim Mitchem
I wrote this post on Wednesday, and by Friday SOPA was dead. Congratulations to everyone who fussed. On Friday I actually received an email from my congressman Larry Kissell after sending the letter below. * I didn’t want to get all caught up in the SOPA drama today, but with everyone flailing around the like it’s the zombie apocalypse, I slipped and fell into the bucket of chaos with the rest of you. However, I’m not one of those guys…
Everyone’s favorite acronym, SOPA, takes center stage this week as potentially hundreds of websites ‘go black’ to protest controversial legislation that could mean censorship of the Internet. At the heart of the legislation is the ability of the government to block access to websites that sell pirated (copyrighted) material, which costs ‘legitimate businesses’ hundreds of billions in lost revenue. Mostly* this thing is about art. Music and movies. But SOPA is not about the artists. It’s about the ‘legitimate businesses’…
There’s a horn growing out of my head. It started about a month ago with what felt like a dry patch of skin at my hairline above my right temple. But it has progressed into something that I can no longer deny. I’m turning into a non-human. Something Godlike. The way I figure it, I’ve got about another week before everyone I interact with in person stops believing that the bandage covering the lump on my head is the result…
