I am immersed in significant historical dates this week. Later in the week or next week I will be talking about a project based upon another historical event which consumed nearly a week of my time and *nothing* else got done while I finished it...but it was so worth the headaches and sleep deprivation. The
One concert photo -- especially one without the band members on stage -- looks very much like another. Unless you were there. I was there. Twice. On both sides of the world. I've been crazy stupid over Pink Floyd and The Wall since it came out in the mid '80s. (I was one of those
Well, I didn't smash any land-speed records, or break any vital bones, but this Christmas was remarkable because it wasn't remarkable. Peace reigned in our household, there was no stress about dinner, and a good time was had by all. Oh, and I got one present I craved: The complete archived set of 158 issues
Try imagining a city chopped in half by a bloody great wall, where everyone on the other side never got to cross over to your side, except under the strictest control and paranoia. They lived with restricted personal freedoms that we take so much for granted we barely recognize them as freedoms. They just are.