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Victims of Fashion (Men’s Department)
Someone, no doubt, has taken a census of active bloggers and other social-media types, focusing on gender. I don’t know what the breakdown might be; maybe I’m stereotyping at least one sex, if not both, but I would not be surprised to learn that more women than men contribute to the ebb and flow of [...]
Emerging, Blinking, into the Sunlight
If you’ve been visiting RAMH for more than a few months, you probably know I’ve been a bit… distracted recently. And it’s probably going to happen again in a few weeks, when I again take up my rock hammer, rope, and lanterned helmet, wandering back into Seems to Fit for the Nth and final time.* In the meantime, [...]
Midweek Music Break: Theme-Park Earworms
The Missus and I took a much-needed mini-vacation this past weekend, trekking off to central Florida for (among other things) our first visit to the other theme park in that neighborhood. We love amusement parks and fairs (county, state, you name it), but neither of us is a big roller-coaster fan; most of the rides at [...]
Higher Mathematics (Department of Personal Chronology)
Too many years ago now to count, I once calculated my personal “magic number.” It was pretty stupid: all I did was gather my birthdate, my phone number, my address, my ZIP code, my Social Security Number — any numbers I could think of which applied to me — and added up all their digits. [...]
Real-Life Dialogue (The Wind Beneath My Wings, the Garage Sale Beneath My Feet Edition): A Fragment
[The scene: a home in a suburban development in North Florida, USA. At a computer upstairs, He stares at a blank screen which represents, in fond theory and -- for the moment -- ebbing hope, a page in a novel-to-be. He wears headphones, volume turned up louder than normal to mask the downstairs haggling, laughter, [...]
Unreal-Life Dialogue: Midweek Music (Emmylou Harris) Edition
[The scene: A Saturday evening in mid-June, 2011. A living room in suburban northwest Florida, USA. A man and a woman watch TV -- something the man has chosen, because it is his birthday. A knock comes at the front door; The Pooch begins to bark madly, as usual, except she is also spinning: something [...]
The Fundamental Things Apply
[Below, click Play button to begin well, playing. During this time, volume control will appear at left -- a row of little vertical bars. This clip is 4:22 long.] [Audio clip: view full post to listen] On March 1, 1991 — twenty years ago yesterday — I got an email from a stranger who’d downloaded [...]
Rigged — Involuntarily — for Silent Running
Grrrrr. …Grrrrr… …oh, and in case I haven’t said recently: Grrrr. As a good number of you already know, ’cause I’ve already told you: I cannot comment on your blogs during the work day. (I’ll detail some technical reasons for this at the end.) This post is to let you know that during those eight-ish [...]
Real-Life Monologue (Anthropomorphism Edition)
[For information about this photo, which doesn't precisely relate to the post, see the note at the bottom.] The scene: A suburban home in northern Florida, USA. He is trying to get the household denizens out the door promptly in the morning. He has walked and scooped up after The Pooch. He has fed The [...]
Real-Life Dialogue (Remote Possibility Edition)
[The scene: a home in suburban northwest Florida. He and She are in the living room, watching TV (by way of a satellite-TV DVR). She clicks the remote control, pausing the show in progress to ask Him a question. Discussion complete, She clicks the "un-pause button" to resume viewing. Nothing happens.] She: It’s not doing [...]
