Can You Dumb it Down?

One of the benefits of knowing you’re not the smartest person in the room (any room), is that you don’t have the pressure of constantly having to prove it. Long ago I accepted the distinction of being utterly average. I used to claim I was merely…

Maybe the Mayans were Right after all

If you believe the popular media, 2013 was never supposed to happen. The Mayan culture had this all figured out, or maybe their Strategic Planning Group got axed due to budget cuts. Either way – 2013 was supposed to end in December of 2012. As it is,…

Milkmen, Fathers, Architecure

"Joanne read in a magazine that a milk bath does wonders for your skin. So she wrote a note asking the milkman to leave 100 bottles of milk for her next delivery. Carl, the milkman, saw the note, and thought there must be an error in the number of zeros. He knocked on the door and asked Joanne, to clarify the order. Joanne confirmed that she wants 100 bottles to fill her bath. The milkman

Milkmen, Fathers, Architecure

"Joanne read in a magazine that a milk bath does wonders for your skin. So she wrote a note asking the milkman to leave 100 bottles of milk for her next delivery. Carl, the milkman, saw the note, and thought there must be an error in the number of zeros. He knocked on the door and asked Joanne, to clarify the order. Joanne confirmed that she wants 100 bottles to fill her bath. The milkman

Why Fixing Cars is Not Fun

As objectively reported here on a number of occasions, I am a mild mannered enterprise architect who often finds himself sucked into a cesspool of insanity and illogic. I don’t go looking for arguments, confrontation, and ambiguity, but somehow the…

Why Fixing Cars is Not Fun

As objectively reported here on a number of occasions, I am a mild mannered enterprise architect who often finds himself sucked into a cesspool of insanity and illogic. I don’t go looking for arguments, confrontation, and ambiguity, but somehow the…

Architecture and a Boy Named Sue

My Daddy left home when I was three,
He didn’t leave much, my ma and me,
This old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.

Now I don’t blame him ’cause he run and hid,
But the meanest thing that he ever did,
is before he left,
he went and named me Sue.

Architecture and a Boy Named Sue

My Daddy left home when I was three,
He didn’t leave much, my ma and me,
This old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.

Now I don’t blame him ’cause he run and hid,
But the meanest thing that he ever did,
is before he left,
he went and named me Sue.