Author: Michael Harrison

Mondays are good. I wake up, late if I want, but usually at or around 9, and I have three and a half hours before it’s time to go to Greensboro, for classes. I can read, catch up on homework, surf the web, and play with my doggy. This past Monday, I went out with…

Today, more life occurred. It seemed to crawl by at a snail’s pace, but then I was driving home, listening to my iPod in the car, and looking forward to a relaxing evening alone. Natania and I spoke on my way home, and we’re going to the Apple Store tomorrow. I need a laptop PC…

We slept in this morning, which was all right. I did my homework last night, and despite the fact that I knew I had a chem test today, I realized that I really didn’t need to do any studying. True, last night I was posting on how I’m trying to do more work and skipping…

(And I think I know who you are.) Here are 11 Tips to Surviving a Day Job With Your Creativity In Tact. I haven’t even read it yet, but I know it’s gotta be beneficial. Discuss?

I got back from Google about two weeks ago, and I think I’ll save that particular story for another day. It’s been awhile since then, and I’ve been extremely busy. Things haven’t really slowed down… but tonight was nice, quiet, and I spent it doing more or less whatever I wanted. Our friend Shawn was…

On Thursday, as I merged onto Interstate 40, I noticed that there was a little green fellow hitchhiking on the passenger-side mirror of the car. I’m fairly sure it was a Spissistilus festinus, or what the oldsters call a “Three-cornered Alfalfa Hopper.”As I was already accelerating toward the usual 80 mph that Triangle drivers find…

I apologize. I have “Dancing Queen” in my head. I cannot get it out. Soon I will resort to the “screwdriver-and-hammer” method, because, when it is all said and done, one can only take so much Abba. The beach vacation came and went. There was libation a-plenty and fun was had by all, even on…

Selecting a Reader By Ted Kooser First, I would have her be beautiful, and walking carefully up on my poetry at the loneliest moment of an afternoon, her hair still damp at the neck from washing it. She should be wearing a raincoat, an old one, dirty from not having money enough for the cleaners.…

There’s a really nifty entry today over at the Mind Hacks blog, to be used in times where terrorist attacks aren’t giving public transit a worse rap than it already has. …if you’re really enjoying yourself and you don’t want time to go too fast, try keeping your eyes as still as possible.

London rocked by terror attacks I’m sure you’ve seen, but if not… And Bush couldn’t wait: “The war on terror goes on.”