If you told me when I got up this morning everything I would end up doing today, I would never have gotten out of bed.

Stop looking and you might find something.

All it takes is one flower to announce the procession and, just like that, it’s Spring.

Two tankers are set to collide. Fort Knox is being broken into. Lois is falling off a building, having been pushed by Lex Luthor.

You know the bit. Fill in the blank on the Gump cliche. You never know…

In the immortal words of the ‘oh-so-wise’ Bart Simpson, “the ironing is delicious.”

”Ever put soap in the fountain?” I smile, remembering a covert mission in the wee hours of the night during exams.

An eavesdropping from a T-shirt.

I am part of something if I notice I am.

There are no secrets in the snow
And yet all is hidden.

Which stall do you go for, provided the fecal vandals haven’t made your choice obvious?

Maybe there is an efficient time to be tralinear and also a time to leave something behind.

Small, comforting recognition provides a minute sense of order in the teeming chaos of our everyday runnings. 

The uphill separates the skiers.

My experience with the cyber-world has been much like a century’s-old sea voyage.

“If you want to learn about people, study what they throw away.”

I often forget roadblocks won’t always exist.

… it would have been filed away mentally as a pile of rocks instead of a weathered window.

In this dimension we are walking through a hall of mirrors, unaware of the distortions we take for truths.

Patience and persistence produce ponderous prizes.