Twentysomething

Conversing with my parents is a sure ticket to the twilight zone.

Some days I just feel like water dripping on cement.  Or is it cement being systematically annoyed by the drip drip of water?  Well, some days sure feels like today, for whatever reason that chance has decided to use.

Finally! The cardboard box, that self-effacing source of endless childhood adventures, will be inducted into the National Toy Hall of Fame.  Frankly, I think it's about time, considering other inductees like the Tonka truck and Lincoln logs.  I never knew that the Chinese invented cardboard!

I see a generation rising up.  Rising against lives spent in front of blue TV screens hawking gluttony and sloth

Saw Syriana with Kerry Thanksgiving Eve.  Spectacular movie.  Reminded me of my time in the energy business as a number cruncher.

When thoughts have been blocked their normal passage through conception, fertilization and expulsion, they burst from their repression at the slightest provocation, like the sweetness of caramel in an otherwise plain cup of latte.  Back at Supercore – it's been a while. They make the best lattes. Winter came