From February 2015, this is a Flashback Friday post proving that nothing has changed. We are still complaining about WordPress. They still do whatever they want whether or not it has anything to do with people trying to manage their… Read More ›
Daily prompt
NOTHING SCREAMS INDEPENDENCE LIKE ARTILLERY
No place does the 4th of July like Boston. I’m pretty sure we think it’s our holiday. The rest of the country is a Johnny-Come-Lately. It all happened here or at least, nearby. The Declaration of Independence. The battles of Lexington and Concord. All… Read More ›
PORT OUT STARBOARD HOME
Steamship was the way to travel. The best was was to be on the port side going out to sea and on the starboard side on the way home. That is what POSH means. Port outbound, starboard home. POSH was… Read More ›
THE UNSIGNED CONTRACT
I spent a very large part of yesterday trying to get the mailing address for my mortgage company. Not the address for paying the bill, but where to send the tax paperwork so they could pay it out of my… Read More ›
TECHNICOLOR DREAMS WITH GENETIC NIGHTMARES – TOM CURLEY
A few weeks ago my old friend Ben Taylor sent me a very interesting link to a story about archiving technologies . The story was about how all of our storage media eventually degrades. Film, tape, CDs, DVDs, flash drives,… Read More ›
BELL BOTTOMS BLUES – Marilyn Armstrong
I miss the blue jeans. The big wide bell bottoms denim jeans were the most flattering pants I ever wore. They made my legs look longer and my hips narrower. Of course, I was also 50 years younger, so that… Read More ›
AN ALLEGORY OF LIFE AND MORAL BREAKDOWN – Marilyn Armstrong
FOWC with Fandango — Allegory I decided this morning that if our government doesn’t feel they need to obey laws, why should we? They have declared us as a non-government. They have no laws by which they need to abide, so… Read More ›
OFF ON A TANGENT – Marilyn Armstrong
FOWC with Fandango — Tangent The tangent is a line that touches a curve or curved surface at a point, but if extended does not cross it. It’s also the line between the two arms of an equilateral triangle. How it… Read More ›
TOTALLY UNHINGED – Marilyn Armstrong
FOWC with Fandango — Unhinged I’m voting for Yang. Even if he isn’t the nominee, he’s my guy. Anyone who’ll give me magic mushrooms and enough money to live on? My man! Does everyone feel as if they fell into the… Read More ›
FOLLOW, FOLLOW, FOLLOW, FOLLOW – Marilyn Armstrong
Fandango’s – Follow the Yellow Brick Road Definitely follow the road, but be sure whoever is leading your march isn’t some crazy orange guy with a very bad attitude. Remember, those bricks weren’t always yellow!
EVERY DAY – Marilyn Armstrong
FOWC with Fandango — Daily There was a time … and not very long ago at that … when daily meant normal. Things that occurred on a daily basis were normal and we didn’t need to pay a lot of attention… Read More ›
STAIRS AND STEPS- Marilyn Armstrong
FOWC with Fandango — Stairs When we bought this house — 19 years ago — I figured there were only 12 stairs from the front door: six up and six down. We were moving from a three-story triplex in Boston, so… Read More ›
EITHER, OR, AND WHATEVER by Marilyn Armstrong
FOWC with Fandango — Either, Or, and Whatever I don’t want to complain. Okay, I really do want to complain. I was just beginning to feel a little optimistic about the house. We got the rotting door removed the side… Read More ›
INDULGE AND INDULGENCES – Marilyn Armstrong
Fandango’s Indulge & Indulgences Oh, what a difference there is between these two similar words. You’d think “indulgences” would be the plural of “indulge” — except it isn’t. To indulge is to allow yourself or someone else to eat or… Read More ›
SKULKING IN THE SHADOWS — Marilyn Armstrong
FOWC with Fandango — Skulk This is one of those words that sounds like what it means. Skulking in the shadows in the darkened alleys of Gotham. Bwa-ha-ha-ha! The man in the black coat and fedora gum-shoeing after him. And somewhere,… Read More ›
LET’S BE TWELVE AGAIN — Marilyn Armstrong
Someone asked me what I would do if I were twelve again. Twelve. A little too young to be a teenager, too old to be a ‘child.’ It’s the middle-age of childhood. There might be a few things I could… Read More ›
SERENDIPITY: SEEKING INTELLIGENT LIFE ON EARTH 