Slow freight
“It’s late, long after midnight. Through my open window I can hear a train whistle in the distance, the pitch bent into a mournful wail as it rumbles toward its destination. I like it; it suits my mood. After all, it’s my birthday.”
Hidden City
The stories, essays, dreams, and delusions of Marc Kevin Hall
28 January 2010
26 January 2010
Definitions
Blog has become a meaningless word. Back in the early days — he says, leaning on his cane — blog had a fairly specific meaning. Before the creation of useful search engines we all relied on a loose network of sites to find the good stuff on-line. A “weblog” was a page (or pages) with [...]
18 January 2010
Agent Provocateur
“My instructor for American History class was a genial older gentleman named Hiram Cox: a veteran of three wars, chock full of patriotic fervor and good intentions, unbearably predictable, and utterly unprepared to deal with a gifted class full of smart-ass kids.”
1 January 2010
Clouds, waves, sun
“As is my tradition, I started the new year with a pre-dawn beach visit, to watch the sun rise and to give me time to reflect on the previous year. To be honest, I didn’t really need or want the time to reflect on 2009; I’ve done plenty of that already, and I don’t think much will be served by indulging in more.”