I discovered this abbreviation this morning in an article about a British 17-year-old who just sold an “automatic article summarization algorithm” to Yahoo for some thirty million dollars. When I was 17, I was earning 50 cents an hour as a babysitter, work that included washing dirty dishes that...
God’s Toenails and Spies
Words are wonderful things. Gods are, too. I’ve always fancied a Grecian sort of formula, where a cantankerous bunch of gods vie with each other for followers and power, up to their necks in petty grievances and revenges and seductions and machinations and magnanimous acts of blessing. I can...
Turtles, Tits, Boredom, Butter, and Other Reasons for Divorce
I am ridiculously pleased to report that the word “tit” originally meant “a small animal or object.” This is a vindicating validating victory for A-cup women everywhere! No, I was not cruising tits (of any size) on the internet. If you check up on me and such searches show...
News That’s Not
The first day of spring – a new season marking another revolution around the sun and another resolution to lose the annual weight I pack on over the winter. The harsh rigors of winter are brutal here in suburbia. I need second helpings and lots of Cabernet for the...
Pooh, Pluto, and Fish Oil
WWJD? That would be my friend John, not Jesus. Jesus (thank God) does not talk to me. Friends are the vitamins and minerals we need to thrive. Having a wide circle of them is having a cupboard stuffed full of miracle nutritional supplements, each bottle promising renewed health and...