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Art has a way a speaking to us. Depending on the “us” and depending on the “art” this could mean a wide array of things. The thing that art does, most noticeably, is to touch a place within us that we never knew was there. It is usually accompanied by a gasp of breath, or […]

Who knows, really. This morning, I read an interesting story from a few centuries ago. The time was 1726, and the place was London. That is when a poor, illiterate, woman named Mary Toft put on some serious hoodwinking. To hoodwink: To deceive or trick. Hoodwinking dates back to 1562, in which both the hood,

I like the likes of Grace Hopper. She was a real smarty pants. The kind that speaks in an entirely different language. The language of computers, and the math that supports the programming behind them. She truly was, extraordinary, of historical proportions. Grace was born way back in 1906 in New York City, and as

Hold on just a little minute here. Just one single solitary minute. I made the solemn vow not to write about a “National Day” again, for a long, long time. Until I saw what was on the docket for today. First, a sidebar, before we begin. Which I think is fitting, given the material at

The Internet has a way of side-tracking me. It is the side-trackiest thing on Earth, I would propose. It can start with something very little. Like the other day, there was a photo that showed two windows with blinds hanging in them. On the left it said “Smoker” — and on the right, “Non-Smoker.” Of

Today is full of truly magical highlights, and I am not sure where to begin. I guess they are a bit more like magical ramblings, so I’ll just start any old place, in random order. This is the date, December 6, on which the 13th Amendment was ratified. It is the one abolishing slavery. Although,

  I like secret decoder rings, invisible ink, and hidden passage ways. I think it is extremely cool to walk up to the candlestick on the wall, give it a tug, and the wall opens before our very eyes. Or the shrouded map tucked into the frame of the old painting. The things that are

I’d like to write about the life of Crazy Horse, because today is his alleged birthday. Although, I can’t pretend to really know anything about him,(or anyone else I write about here), except for what I read in articles, and magazines, and books, written by other people who are giving accounts of him. But from