The lure of spam and beautiful art

Has anyone ever read their spam? I just checked through the spam messages for this blog, making sure that someone didn’t actually get filtered out merely because of a dodgy email address.   Can I just say, spam has come a long way since the early days of emails...

Wharton worries

I’ve been reading Edith Wharton, and it’s rather depressing.  Everything is rather something (or’uther).  Not to be too flippant – I am sure the characters in Glimpses of the Moon really felt every bit as miserable and desperate as they...

Do it yourself, with friends

My husband and I have started what appears to be a life-long project: renovating our house.  To get us up and running, we invited a bunch of friends over for two weekends in January to have fun with power tools.  Our object: to paint the doors and kitchen, fix the...

Misty brain

I have a misty brain today.  have been looking for random insights, but short of telling you how rubbish the flu of pigs was (my excuse for not blogging these past few weeks), I find my brain a rather dull, confused place to live. So I will tell you all about my new...

The leisure brain

I was just thinking… If we don’t have to remember anything any more, because we can just google it, how much space does that free up in our brains for more important, patent-producing work?  Like, I don’t know: nutting out all the calculations...