The other day, it was nearly the anniversary of the birth of Our Lord Jesus Christ, and while it isn’t that day yet for me, for those reading this column now, it is.
By the magic of anticipation and literary telepathy, I suppose I’m getting a little Christmas experience now, as I write. At least I hope that’s what that burning sensation is.
So Happy Holidays, and you’re welcome for your present. I think 2011 is supposed to be the white Christmas of which we (and Bing Crosby) dreamt; I hope this gift came wrapped for it. Otherwise the wet snow is probably making my words runtogetheronthepage.
Continue reading It’s the thought that counts, and sometimes the memory
The other day, I lent a pair of books to a co-worker, continuing our interpersonal-library-loan system that has sprung up during the past couple of weeks.
(I haven’t figured out why, but you always seem more likely to read something has let you borrow than what you own already.)
Continue reading After a while, a novelty becomes part of the landscape
The other day, Twitter did a complete overhaul of their website in terms of appearance and functionality.
It rolled out gradually but suddenly: not everybody got it at once, but once they did, it was immediately and completely different.
I hated it at first, but I’ve gotten used to it now. It was actually an improvement, rather than just a change, I will grudgingly admit.
Continue reading ‘Change isn’t good or bad. It’s just change.’
I often hear people, especially in their mid- and late-20s, say, “I’m getting old.” Well, on Friday, Japan’s oldest woman died at age 115.
Chiyono Hasegawa was born Nov. 20, 1896, in Japan, or 17 days after U.S. President William McKinley was elected to his first term.
Continue reading Well, none of us are getting any younger