Jotting down poetry whilst seasick. Here are the results.
Thank you, Arizona DOT, for your magnificent Twitter account. You helped out a lot of people yesterday.
In which I discuss the direction of the blog, and other blatherings that shoot out of my fingers.
Looking through my 1000+ articles saved to Pocket, I've amassed quite the collection of disparate things to read. I'll be sharing them with you on a semi-regular basis.
One person's drudgery is another person's giddy joy. Oh, how I love logic puzzles!
Earlier this week, some of the contributors at GeekDad and GeekMom have launched a new site, GeekKid!
Labor Day has its definite history, but what does this holiday signify in your life?
If you're like many of us and sometimes need reminders to take care of yourself, especially mentally and emotionally, you might benefit from creating your own Emotional Toolbox.
I've been under the weather for the past week, and am taking a break from blog posts this week. Thanks for understanding!
Have you ever read a book that was written in an odd way but just made complete sense to you? Like you truly knew the contents and meaning all along but couldn't put it into words? Like your feelings and reactions had previously figured it out, but your brain hadn't translated it to a point where you could express it to others? 'A Pattern Language' is such a book for me.
[Spoiler alert! This post will have spoilers from the show.] Rory and I recently finished watching the BBC series Lark Rise to Candleford. It had been on my "to watch" list for years, but I waited to suggest it to Rory until we were in need of another good series to watch. I don't know how I keep getting him to agree to watch British corset dramas, but I just hope my luck there holds.
For some people of my generation, and the generation that came before mine (along with some people who just like campy television), the 'Batman' show from the 1960s was the height of superhero television. We never took it too seriously, but enjoyed the humor, both intentional and unintentional. So, if you, like me, are still a fan, this week's Bristol Box will be one you can't miss.
What the heck is the Cornell Note-taking System? And where was it all the years I was going to school, taking so many disorganized notes?
We've had a computer in the house for most of my life. My mom's programming job and the odd hand-me-down units from family members kept us in playthings pretty early on. But despite that, and my most-of-a-major in Computer Science, there is still naturally a lot that I don't know about the history of computers. Here are some things that I have recently learned.