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Everything you could hope to say Last week I wrote about “Eugene”, who told a room of writing hopefuls on a university course: “Everything you could hope to say has already been said.” Eugene probably didn’t mean for this to become a demotivational mantra – he and the university needed

Dreaming of a tiny officeThe horde First things first: The official collective noun options for rabbits are not very exciting. I have taken the liberty of using “horde”. Read on to understand why. Rabbits: infiniteThis is your brain, asking: Why should I? Such a tricksy synaptic machine, the brain. There’

This is not about Star Wars, unless you’re into that The chase is on to apprehend the greatest assemblage of names the galaxy has ever seen: Chewbacca. Luke Skywalker. Obi-Wan Kenobi. Han Solo. (Seriously, George, where did you dream up these names?) Their ship, the Millenium Falcon, is about

The umpteenth times My son Neko and I have had this running gag since he was old enough to sit at the dinner table without a high chair. He gets his meal and then proceeds to eat it, but he’s placed his plate a bit too far away from

This is the melty time of year, when the dates meld into each other and you can’t recall which day of the week it is. It is the right state of things that this barely matters, and that for a short window of time the calendar has no power

Mosquito affixed to a nearby inboxThe emails have already been infiltrated with talk of the Season. A local electronics store wants to wish me greetings for the Season in their “Countdown to Techmas!” (Body Benefits Percussive Massage Gun now at the HOT PRICE of $185!) An international book chain reminds