I grew up in a house full of old books and mildewed magazines. The entire eastern wall of my childhood bedroom was taken up with with bookshelves to store the collected and forgotten words of my parents. The novels and encyclopediae would hold my interest from time to time; Agatha Christie and J.D. Salinger and Encyclopedia Brittanica 1972. But the true heart of the library was in the magazines. My mother's collection of National Geographic and my father's collections of Analog Science Fiction and Fact and Asimov's Science Fiction.

Last week was just plain, well, plain. Not much happened, and what little did happen wasn't worth mentioning. The weekend and this week are a bit more happening.

• Romeo's Cryin'
• Well, That's New - A tale of the Zippy
• Saga O' Mom
• Mac Software

Ramblings.

Someday kiddies, someday

Many years ago, in a previous life, some friends and I drove to Portland. The long way.

Along the road, we passed a sign:

SCENIC
ALTERNATE
PHILLIPSVILLE

I wondered why Phillipsville needed a scenic alternate. Everyone laughed, and we moved on.

This is nonsense.

Why I am glad I wasn't around then.

Hi! Xth,

I read your profile, I thought it wise to send u this mail with a brief of the business project I work on

Its an internet based e-commerce venture, which includes E -marketing - technology, This rapidly expanding group, established in 1998, has regional offices in Hong Kong , Malaysia , and Singapore .

Reading: "Dragon's Egg". Watching: "Micmacs". Museums. Me. Web.

I bought yeast today.  I feel so domestic.