Off the Grid in Minneapolis

Rabbits ate most of my young fruit trees. Rabbits are abundant in my garden. I usually don't mind. I have more clover in the pathw...

I keep writing blog posts and throwing them out. I write them in my dreams too, but those I rarely transcribe (they aren't that profoun...

When I say that the MSM is become a black art of dissimulation, there are few better illustrations of that than the film Zero Dark Thirt...

God made an appearance, during the Super Bowl fiesta, did you see that? Or was that the devil everywhere? I'm not sure anymore, betw...

The hearings on gun control in Congress Wednesday were instructive, not so much for what was said, but what wasn't . I'm not about t...

Readers: The last of my four part series on asima, an initial response from me to the death of Aaron Swartz. I'll be back with a regular...

Readers: This is the third sketch of four, of a "novel" I've been dreaming up, as a response to the life and death of Aaron Sw...

Note to readers: This post and the last are like sketches of a novel that came to me, contemplating the life and death of Aaron Swartz. Taki...

"Grandmother, tell me the story again." "The one about asima?" "asima!" "There was a boy once, long...

  The death of the techie "wizard" Aaron Swartz has affected me as much as, and really even more deeply, than the incident at ...