In the end, there can be only one quote.
I have an excellent memory when it comes to minutiae, and I win at trivia games quite regularly – although it helps if I don’t get too many questions about sports. Ask me to tell you a joke, however, and I draw blanks. Ditto when it comes to producing pointed or appropriate quotes. I do better at remembering paragraphs or books, perhaps because one only … Continue reading In the end, there can be only one quote.
It was just one tweet.
I had a nice little Twitter account up until about a month ago. I like Twitter. It’s the internet in miniature. You can search this subject and follow that topic until you have a nicely-curated feed that’s far removed from the corrupt horror show that is Facebook.[i] It does tend to be a bit of an echo chamber, but since I’m on the right side … Continue reading It was just one tweet.
I’d like a good camera.
When I was growing up, my dad was the photographer. As a result, there aren’t as many pictures of him in the albums, the fate of all photographers. As a single mother, this was also my fate: there was no one else to take the shot most of the time. Cell phones changed cameras and photo-taking, of course. I could’ve been in more family photos … Continue reading I’d like a good camera.
It’s not hoarding if it’s books.
There are ten books on my bedside table. I don’t usually count the books in my “getting to it” pile, so that was a bit of a surprise. There are a further sixteen in the library downstairs, but I suspect those will die with spines uncracked. Then there are the e-books. I have five waiting on my Kindle, with a further three on the library … Continue reading It’s not hoarding if it’s books.
