A few weeks ago, Heather and I had a wonderful date at a fancy restaurant in a fancy mall not far from our home. (We had a fancy coupon working in our favor.) Our arrival was early enough that we spent a little time window shopping.
One store had this glass-and-metal artwork on each of the door posts. I couldn’t help but think of what an iPhone looks like.

Gigazine.
A retired couple in my neighborhood have five vehicles in their driveway. Two drivers. (And there may even be another one or two tucked away in their garage.) Admittedly, the RV is a great addition to their choices of fun ways to spend a summer. But some of the other vehicles overlap in function.
The
Heather was out. (We share our home office, at the moment.) She got a call. I grabbed a leaf from my waste basket to write the note on.
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Over the Thanksgiving holiday weekend, Heather, Rachel and I had the privilege of seeing the new film,
So this tail-end of the article was published before Michael Jackson died. At that point, he could do no good.
Another thing that is lost in translation –
I was amused at how this logo looks like the Starbucks logo (if you squint your eyes just right). It’s for a