Sometimes I wonder. The answers are there, but the act of writing them would render the question moot. For the sake of the question, then, I leave them.

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Tomorrow is the final performance of our production of The Pirates of Penzance. My first show with Richmond Civic Theater has been a truly amazing experience - I use the word 'amazing' literally here - and I lack both time and sufficient grasp of the English language to adequately express my appreciation for the wondrous ... well, there, you see I ( Read more... )

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When the Motorola StarTAC came out toward the middle of the 1990s, my first gleeful thought was that we had progressed to an level of technological brilliance that let us each have devices only bravely hinted at in contemporary fiction. The communicator from Star Trek was available for sale from most any cellular provider, and although it carried ( Read more... )

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Passion is not enthusiasm. It is not love. It is not enjoyment, and it is not flow.

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Worry About the Right Things

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An article entitled "Guns and Yoga" appeared in the New York Times Sunday magazine this weekend, leaving me smiling and chuckling the whole way through. I've been comparing these two activities for years, but the author gave a much better voice to it than I have done.

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