Fall already?

Well, that was quick. Summer I mean. It seems like May melded into June and then, whoosh, late August and now September.

Summer has been work, check up on the baby, dentist visits and finally Eastern Tour 2009 which went far differently from expected. The Tuesday prior to our departure, my friend in Connecticut was driving home from work at 4:00 p.m. when a 17 year old driver, approaching from the other direction on the two lane road, "fell asleep" and drove into his car, resulting in the destruction of his right ankle. Now, three surgeries later, it looks like all will be well.

The baby appears headed for a career in gymnastics, moving and turning. Or at least that's what I'm told since I've yet to truly feel it. The GEG swears it's moving but when I put a hand on, zip. Nada. Nothing.

The summer has also yielded two unexpected bonuses: I've found two missing high school, junior high school friends. One via the internet (who knew he'd have a website) and the other through, duh, Facebook. If you're interested in peaceful, attractive art, check out

http://www.michaelchemel.com/.

Lastly, how about those Yankees? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Aha! A pun!

Sure, the economy continues to collapse, military adventures continue, Michael Jackson has departed and the Yankee offseason expenditures have yet to yield results BUT humor is alive and well.



A customer returned a DVD episode of
Midsomer Murders, a British series featuring the, so described, unflappable Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby and Sergeant Troy in pursuit of crime and miscreants, solving ... duh .... murders. The customer noted that the disc was badly scratched and added "ending is still a mystery".

Our future remains bright.

This Is An Improvement?

It would appear that a measurement of progress is the speed at which something can process information or disseminate information. Given the old American proverb bad news travels fast, spreading bad news faster does not seem like much of an accomplishment.

A tearful, well thought out, edited missive expressing sympathy and support, while slower, beats the heck out of an e-mail "mom died. we're orphans." Granted the news is faster but gee!



Maybe it's that the need for speed (with apologies to Top Gun) outstrips the need for language and consideration, though I personally don't see the need. Texting begat twitter which will end, presumably, with simple dots or icons; perhaps a 21st century Morse Code? It is difficult to imagine shelves of books in the post-Twitter era; how long will it take to read 140 characters? Taken to extremes (which I'm wont to do), there shouldn't be any books since the author(s) will have tweeted the construction of the book all along and thus there's no point in printing it. Right?








At least the budget crunch will ease since library facilities will be able to be reduced to the size of a phone booth.










Maybe it's just a bad day! Cleveland 10, Yankees 2.