Category Archives: Essays

In the Quiet Hours

Have you ever listened to the sound of quiet? The Quiet that never quite lives up to its name, because there are always the vague hummings and tickings that are almost not there. If you listen to the quiet it will tell you a story, but it might not be a story you’ll want to hear. In the… Read More »

Down On The Farm

These are the dog days of winter and there is not much to do in my pathetic, little town. I suppose it’s all relative. Some folks find plenty to do indoors. I saw a bunch of people the other day standing around in Walmart watching them put up St. Patrick’s Day decorations. There was also a big crowd… Read More »

The Floor That Creaks

You look at the room in the house that seems so perfect. It is an older home, but it has the charm and character and the ambiance that keeps calling you back to it. But then there is that floor. You notice every time you visit the home the floor in that big beautiful room – the one… Read More »

You on the Wind

    You on the Wind Imagine the day is passing slowly and you look out of a window and see the bright blue sky melting into the pale blue of the horizon then disappearing into a horizon of haze. And imagine the feel of tall thick grass on your bare feet and the smell of autumn all… Read More »

IAC toolbars — exposed again

You may not know the name IAC, but we’re betting you recognize the names Ask.com, FunWebProducts, Ask Toolbar, and SmileyCentral. They’re all products of Interactive Corporation which is IAC. And we’ve long been fighting against this corporate parasite because IAC makes a lot of money by deceiving and tricking computer users, just like you. They promise you everything… Read More »

You’re invited to my Anti-Super-Bowl Party 2013

For one brief but ugly moment last week I deserted the cynic inside me. I left the comfort of cynicism intoxicated by the sweet poison of hope. Don’t worry. I’m back in full vigor now. No more rose-colored glasses for me. There is comfort in cynicism. I have my blankie back. I am my old cynical self again.… Read More »