Dilettante, gadabout, ne'er do well, etc...
A while back, I said/decided/whatever that I wasn’t going to write about work. Mostly because… it’s work, but also that I am way too easy to find on the internet. However, if you recognize yourself as one of the people...
I realize that the Washington Post Express is a free daily paper, so it really must rely on ads for upkeep, but seeing a full-page ad like this makes me hope that someone there at least felt a little bad...
I had a very strange dream last night. I was maybe back in school, or maybe just a chaperone for a school band event, but my high school band director (as he looks today)1 was there and I kept running...
