The Story of Abe

I spent a fair amount of time over the past week thinking about what to post here about the upcoming Bears game against the Green Bay Packers.  Game of the ages, 182nd meeting, hype, hype, hype.  I just couldn’t think of anything to write that would add at all to what was out there.

There was a lot of good stuff out there.  There were lots of articles rehashing the same bunch of player memories from the rivalry.  There were the obligatory Chicago kid who played in Green Bay, and the Wisconsin kid who played for the Bears.  There was even a clip, on the Bears website, from the 1941 playoff game. » Read the rest of this entry «

Amongst the numerous blogs and RSS feeds that I read, or at least glance at, is Slate.com. I enjoy their technology columnist Farhad Manjoo. (Oohh… Just found out he has a blog for things that don’t go into published articles… sign me up for that…) So it was to my great surprise last week when an article popped up about punctuation: “Space Invaders, Why you should never, ever use two spaces after a period“. » Read the rest of this entry «

Two weeks ago, I had an MRI on my left knee. I went to the hospital outside Tiberius where the waiting room and administrative desk were in a converted container/trailer. The machine itself was in a truck that seems to be just large enough to fit the machine and not much else. I wonder how Michael Knight could have fit a car and all that equipment into such a narrow space. (Mythbusters proved that the car could go up and down the ramp at speed with no problem) It’s actually not the first time I’ve had an MRI in the back of a truck, but most of the other things you get off the back of a truck are sketchy to say the least. » Read the rest of this entry «

I spent a lot of time over the past couple of weeks going through boxes of old papers, books, and pictures with my parents and brother.  We moved into the house over 30 years ago when I was less than a year old.  Since then, we have accumulated all the usual papers and such that people create, as well as boxes of things from various grandparents and other relatives who have passed away.  Twice when I was growing up we went as a family on a sabbatical and rented out our house, once for a full year and once for a semester, but that succeeded only in pushing the boxes further back into the recesses of the attic.

A lot of what we found was junk.  Boxes upon boxes of old, outdated tax records gave a reason for my parents to use their new favorite service: document shredding.  They called a company that came to the house with a shredder on a truck and the company took all their boxes of old documents and shredded them right there. » Read the rest of this entry «