I just spent the better part of three days out of commission with some sort of stomach virus. The highlight was sprinting into the corner store to buy Immodium and a half-gallon of Gatorade, and thinking it would be great if just this once I didn’t run into anyone I know. …

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Is our “information ecology endangered”, or is it time to rack up the No-Time Meter? ——- … →

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And the whole web world is abuzz… … →

The converstation goes something like this: “This is my wife/friend Andrea.” “Hi, nice to meet you.” Shaking of hands. He (because this only happens with men, why is that?) then asks, “What do you do?” “I’m the Web Manager for HSU. “ Blank look. Gears of mind creaking as he tries to figure out what “Web Manager” means. So I throw him a bone. “Webmaster.” “Oh!” Then he proceeds to mime out some kind of dominance scenario: karate chopping, whip cracking, etc, while he repeats the term, “Webmaster!” And I realize that I may as well be standing there in...… →