Time is escaping me today. What day is this, anyway? This post first ran in February of 2016, and this morning I landed in Frankfurt, Germany, after a chain of cancelled and delayed flights from Colorado, which has my head swimming. What day is this, anyway, is a real question. It turns out to be the day I was supposed to have a post ready to go, but I was thinking it was due tomorrow, or maybe yesterday. Last month I flew back from Tokyo and I landed at home four hours before I took off from...| The Last Word On Nothing
This first ran on August 17, 2022. Three years later, August 20, 2025, same. Except this year we also have infrastructure, (it’s like measles: you get it, you suffer, it goes away) which we have often enough that I know code for the street markings: gas is yellow, electric is red, sewer is green, water is blue. This time it’s blue and we’re waiting for the city DPW to get its leisurely butt out here and turn off our water and dig up the street just in time for the afternoon Armageddo...| The Last Word On Nothing