Walking home from my friend's Christmas dinner I was thinking, of all things, about how tired people seem to be of social media and the web, and a lot of resignation to how eff-ed up it can feel. Many of the blogs I relished reading have just gone dark, un-updated ...

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Dear ___________, I had grand(iose) intentions of sending you a traditional holiday card. I sent out 12 of them, but sadly, your name was farther down the list in my contacts, and I ran out of stamps. I also ran out of non-pithy variations of what I could write above/below the ...

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You get inside your car, turn the ignition switch, hopefully put on the safety belt, maybe turn on the radio or some kind of music player. The engine warms up. When you want to do, which gear to you put it in? A tad obvious, right? Within a few pages of Chapter ...

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Word traveling seeds, now is there a metaphor? Back in 2013, Jason Toal blogged a offer to send some sunflower seeds he had harvested in Vnacouver to anyone who commented on his blog. The idea was that when they harvested, they would "seed it forward" to others. And to trace ...

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I do have a pile of things I have dreams of writing about, but my blog queue is not a FILO system. Tonight's dinner was in front of the RSS Reader, where I was impressed reading Clint Lalonde's post Of Bikes and Books with his efforts this year to bike ride ...

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