This past weekend, Paula, Benjamin, and I took a conglomeration of trains to visit my uncle in Hartford, Connecticut. We spent the weekend chatting about the family, fractured as it is by divorces, remarriages, spite, and acrimony. I got caught up on who’s not talking to whom, and why. It’s a game I’ve never played, but for some reason both ( Read more... )

Today, the quantity of my friends using certain fancy-schmancy Web 2.0 services has (to use an appropriately Web 2.0 phrase) reached a tipping point ( Read more... )