Friday, November 20, 2009
Usually, I have trouble finding enough oddball stuff to fill the annual tech-toy shopping list, but not this year. This year, I had the opposite problem - there are too many goofball items out there to list them all in my allotted 950 words even though I generally go over 950 by about 75 anyway because I can't stop myself from telling you about my latest misadventure, like the time I ... OK, OK, I'll get back on task here. (Maybe I'll find a spot to tell you later.)
Friday, November 13, 2009
"How do you like my new hat, Paris?"
Friday, November 6, 2009
"What about Windows 7?" asked Mimi. I was replaying phone messages, checking email, wondering what I'd forgotten to do that I was supposed to do and trying to keep up with tasks that all seem to come at once (that never happens to you, right?). I hadn't heard from Mimi York in a while.
Friday, October 30, 2009
One of my favorite columns is coming up. I usually write it right after Thanksgiving. That's the one where I talk about some of the more unusual technological toys out there (some may recall the infamous Swedish Teflon® Mousepad). This year, though, I'm going to ask you to join me in the quest.
Friday, October 23, 2009
One icy morning Leslie Hilliard Strong slipped under a passenger car of the Long Island Railroad's commuter train from Merrick to Manhattan. I know. He was my grandfather.
Friday, October 16, 2009
"Mr. Finley, what's the plural of data?"
Friday, October 2, 2009
I don't suppose you can call it road food unless you can actually get there by driving, and in this case you can't because it's 450 miles beyond the end of the last road. And assuming you actually could make the drive, you'd better be prepared to pay top dollar because it's pricey. A pizza with everything costs 53 bucks. And you need to eat it in less than a minute, because it cools off very, very quickly at 20 below zero.
