The fridge is no longer tall enough.
There’s a lot of gentrification in Hartford but still plenty of room to grow.
If the rich truly are different, and if by different we mean having access to better stuff, and if by better we mean drizzled in duck fat and roasted for a long time, then this is how they eat. And I would very happily eat like this every day.
Like the blues brothers only geekier, and with a nicer bag.
“Defense”
Chicago architecture has all the exuberance and self-importance of a city that got to start over in the 20th century, never saw a war, and knew it was right more often than not.
As a longtime but lapsed practitioner of mere “hot” yoga, I found this hotel ad very inspirational.
This week, I’m in Chicago for HIMSS, the largest trade show we participate in. There are something like 40,000 attendees. I’ve never been sure if being here is a good idea or not, but we do worry about the perceptions that would result if we stopped showing up, so here we are. It’s like an annual neighborhood barbecue: we get a chance to catch up with old friends, meet new people, and get a sense of what everybody’s been up to. And sell stuff.
Looking out over that sea of exhibit booths is one of the most dramatic illustrations of just how big the marketplace for healthcare information technology really is. Real estate on that show floor costs just about as much as a house, only instead of owning the house at the end, you tear it all down three days later.
Room with a view
The Willis Tower Skydeck
Big Wheels at the Navy Pier.
Installing an always-hot water dispenser was one of the best decisions we made when we remodeled the kitchen. Now that it is acting up and sputtering out some drips as the water reheats, young Vu thinks so too. She’ll sit in the sink for half an hour sometimes, waiting, watching, trying to catch one.
Once upon a morning bleary, this enigmatic raven-colored tailgate appeared in the bank parking lot down the street. Hmmm, I wonder what that might mean? At first I thought “Tis some hipster, nothing more.”
One Google search and two websites later, I have a Tolkien-rune transliterator, and a minute later, an answer. One more site, and I can put that answer into literary context, and a few taps let me share the entire story, while keeping the riddle for you to solve, so it can join the canon of quaint, curious, and forgotten lore.
I fucking love the Internet.
Waiting for spring
I hope this timeout has helped You understand the consequences of Your actions. Are you ready to rejoin the rest of Us? Now, let Me just move this rock… Ok, c’mon. I’ve got those marshmallow things You like.
God
Brattleboro Adventure – the Auckland Edition 