The speed of light is a constant; I rather like vanilla milk shakes.

I don't have them often, mind you. Heavy. But a couple of times a summer, especially if I've biked or walked a distance and can get a good one? Absolutely. In Pulp Fiction, Vincent makes a big deal about the Five Dollar Milk Shake. He didn't know if it was worth five dollars, but it was a pretty fuckin' good milk shake.

Thirty years later, five dollars would be a pretty fuckin' cheap milk shake.

Times change.

The speed of light does not, much to the chagrin of science-fiction writers and would-be space explorers.

When you ride near the Falls you feel as though you're swimming, as the birds must feel when the dive into the rising mist and moisture.

Sunfest 2024 came and went, start of the summer, bands from across the globe. A nephew drove up for the weekend. We walked to

A cybersecurity company, how they brought down 8.5 million Windows machines, and how to fix it.

"This is a very, very uncomfortable illustration of the fragility of the world's core internet infrastructure¹"
—Ciaran Martin

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Quiet Sunday morning list

noisy diner with

some eggs and hashbrowns/Tabasco 

too hot to drink coal black coffee 

Or

maybe we need some solitude

shaded back porch with only a few barking dogs in the distance 

broken up by some mandolin or other plaintive strings 

Or

maybe your calm voice,

telling me it