May I be the first to go online and say that I don’t give a shit about David Weinberger’s Small Pieces Loosely Joined? I’m sure David’s probably the best thing next to vegemite to an Aussie and Marmite to a Brit and Peanut Butter to a yank — but I’m getting damn tired of hearing about […]
Author: Shelley Powers
The Yellow and Black Skunk
When I was a young’un, I lived on a farm several miles outside of Kettle Falls, in Washington state. Below the farm was an undeveloped field with a dirt road running through it that connected several homes. And below the road and the field was Lake Roosevelt. Surrounding all of this was bits and pieces […]
The Dizzy saga continues
I’ve been pestering and pestering Allan Moult to continue with his Dizzy series and today he posted a new entry. Regardless of whether you like cats or not, you’re going to like these stories. Tasty sample from today’s posting: I ended up in hospital for a tetanus shot, a bandage and a helluva lot of snickering from […]
And the truth shall set you free
I suffered a bit of an eye opener today when I read Jonathon’s response to my weblog posting and follow up from yesterday regarding self-justification. He wrote: Yet, even though I don’t regard Oblivio as a weblog, others might. I suppose it could be mistaken for a weblog, just as Michael Barrish could be mistaken for a real person. He probably […]
The kindness of strangers
If you know San Francisco than you know the Castro district. It’s colorful, interesting, lively, unique, and the center of gay activities in a city that’s known to be very gay friendly. All in all, it’s a fun place to walk, shop, whatever, because the people in the area are about the friendliest there are […]
