When I was a little kid, ten or so, one of my older sisters dispatched me to the corner store (the old North Forty convenience store on the ...

Thanks to my daughter, six years old and our resident artist, I have now branched out into the world of animation. Walt Disney, obviously, h...

While perusing two of my kids' library books today, I found another example of how chunking works/doesn't work/perhaps doesn't m...

Yesterday at work, I got two phone calls from the crook mechanics. The first was, ostensibly, to follow up on whether the clutch was working...

As the poor, poor readers of this blog know, I'm working on a masters degree in technical writing. The subject of the week: When do we k...

Speaking of writing, here's a chiller: We at Uncharted have decided to put out our first book, ostensibly to protect our copyright in th...

A good friend of mine, who shall remain anonymously in England, asked me a few days ago why I write. After some long, windy e-mails, I suppo...

I've shown you a few things I've found in the books I buy at the thrift store. Today, here's something I found on one of my book...

Though my children are growing up in a televisonless household, there's only one thing I regret them not seeing: Sesame Street. It seems...

Contrary to popular belief, our truck is not about to explode, incontroverting passers-by with automotive shrapnel and making me look really...