Today I learned that Cheez-Its were invented in Ohio. There’s magic here. There’s also magic in a fresh notebook.
This morning I fed a robot a few sentences from the novel I’m writing, and it generated some startlingly accurate pictures.
I sneeze whenever I glance at the sun, which I’ve always taken as proof I am a night owl.
This journal might become a halfway house for homeless paragraphs from the stories I’m writing.
The television followed this up with a special report about dogs overdosing on their owners’ drugs.
You can never see further than your headlights: this old slice of trucker philosophy makes more sense to me with each passing year.
I wonder if the health of a society can be pegged to the nerves of its motorists.
Can anyone recommend a solid alternative to Apple Music that will sync my mp3s with my desktop and telephone?
My map is upside down, inscrutable, and probably for a different planet.
There’s a waxing crescent moon, and I’m reading about God.
I think I’ve managed to switch on the comments in case anyone wants to say hello or recommend a movie or a song.
The snow is melting quickly, leaving behind a scene like the bleary-eyed aftermath of a really good party.
Grey skies and light flurries with dangerously cold temperatures on the way. Meanwhile at the library, a middle-aged man is braying about spreadsheets.
Blank skies, single-digit temperatures, and the sun goes down at 5:38pm. Here in the Middle West, I’m filling the quiet with books and music, absorbed by text and sound in ways I haven’t felt in years
Clear skies with highs in the mid-thirties, and it finally snowed last night.
