Shredded Wheat

No Facilities

The perfect place and beverage to share some casual conversation.

If we were having a beer, you’d be in a foul mood.

“I have a bone to pick with you.”

“Great. Save it for a while, we’ll order some wings later.”

“No, this is personal.”

“Oh geeze, before you guys get into it, could I interest you in an adult beverage. I hear it’s ok to have one every day.”



“Well, there’s a surprise. Who’s got the tab?”

“It’s going to be the man who tried to embarrass me on the Internet.”


“Hold off on assigning that tab until I have a chance to defend myself. I’m not even sure what I did.”

“There’s no defense. Maybe you aren’t aware, but I read Ellen’s blog.

“I wasn’t aware. I’ve never seen you comment.”

“I don’t comment on blogs, I just read.”

“Lurking in the shadows, huh?…

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One-Liner Wednesday – Where?

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Part of our birthday present to Faith was a weekend road-trip to Pittsburgh for a Pirates baseball game and some other ‘burgh stuff. For the ballgame, we parked on the west side of the Monongahela River and took the Gateway Clipper to PNC Park.

This was also the weekend of the Pittsburgh Regatta. When we bought our Clipper Shuttle tickets they told us that, in order to avoid the regatta boats, the shuttle would dock at Heinz Field instead of PNC Park (about ½ mile walk). When we turned around the Point and headed up the Allegheny, the boat kept going and docked at PNC Park.

As we disembarked, I asked the deckhand if they would be picking us up at PNC, or Heinz. His response was comforting:

“When the game is over, if we’re not here, check up there.”

We got lucky, traffic on the river let them bring…

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I Guess My Technology Was Homesick

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Another clue about this weekend’s activity

If I’ve been slow to press the ‘Like’ button on your blog or if you’re saying “hmmm, I didn’t see a comment from Dan, he usually leaves a comment…” – well, I’m here to tell you it’s not my fault. My editor would say that it is my fault, because I’m a technology worker, the kind of guy who automates stuff that worked fine manually, the guy who replaces perfectly fine analog devices with digital crap that is bound to fail.

Yep, that’s me. And yes, I’ve written programs, and developed systems that have worked well, saved money, made people redundant (I like the British way of saying laid-off) and, of course failed when most needed. But it still stinks when it happens to me. It’s not some “just desserts” either. I should be treated better by technology than people who hate…

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AZIZA » Aziza

Jazz You Too

The group’s name comes from the mythology of Dahomey, the African kingdom that would become Loueke’s homeland of Benin. Aziza is the god of inspiration, a small, elusive woodland creature that lends its magic to artists and hunters in the woods. It’s an apt name for a quartet that so deftly blends the spiritual and the earthy, the organic and the mystical.

Starkult Promotion

Chris Potter: tenor saxophone, soprano saxophone

Lionel Loueke: guitar, vocals

Dave Holland: bass

Eric Harland: drums

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One-Liner Wednesday – Try the Other Door

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Um, excuse me…this is a dog, you know

Monday and Tuesday gave us a break from almost a week of hot – 90°f (32.2°c) – days. Monday brought some heavy rain, but yesterday was just a cool, cloudy day. Maddie looked at me as if to say “it’s not too hot to sit outside today” then she looked at her cot, which is her subtle way of hinting. So, we sat.

After a few minutes, I noticed Maddie focusing on the driveway. The little guy in the photos kept getting closer, stopping only to stand for a while in that cute “do you have some nuts for me?” pose.

I tried to explain that Maddie really is dangerous. Then I told the squirrel to try the front yard.

This post is part of Linda G. Hill’s fun weekly series One-Liner Wednesday. You can follow…

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Not Thinking About It



Lady J’s Godfather died the other day.

Unfortunately, I was responsible for breaking the news.

After telling her what had happened, I wiped my eyes and braced myself for an impending breakdown–I just knew that my dear daughter was going to fall over into a puddle of tears.

I put my arm around her…

Ready to catch her fall.

And I waited…

And I waited…

And I waited.

But there was nothing.

No response.

Just silence.

Now, in an effort to be proactive, I decided that I should help her to get in touch with her feelings.

In my mind, she needed to process the seriousness of what had occurred.

So, I assured her that it was okay if she felt like crying.

Again, nothing.

Not wanting to force the issue, I simply decided to drop the subject and keep a close eye on her.

But, to my surprise, Lady…

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