Or, as we call it at work “Our portable meth labs.”

I thought my head was going to fall off.  I took Sudafed.  Now I just think it’s going to list dangerously to the left.

White means I have no data yet.

Orange means I have at least one author in mind, and if you click through you’ll go to the book page on Amazon.

Green means I have the country done.

And red means I have the country done but I have at least one more author in mind that seems sweller.

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I’ve been playing around with a couple of different ways of organizing my around-the-world book reading list, and I’m also playing around with the various capabilities of my shiny new website.

One of the things I can create is a message board, so I did. Message boards have a particular way of organizing data into hierarchies that I find easy to use and “natural” (so far as anything computer related can be natural). Other types of interfaces, like wikis and blogs and documents take more work for the backbone, and still other types of interfaces, like databases, are simply beyond my level of achievement.

So I’m doing a board. If you have any interest in looking at it, holler. It’s something that would easily accomodate any number of participants if anyone found value in it.

Approximately once a year I put on sandals.  I wear them for a few hours, then say, “Huh.  I guess that’s why I don’t wear sandals,” and then I take them off and put them in the closet.

Today I’m wearing sandals.  I’m obsessed with the idea that I’m going to drop something on my toes and crush them like ants.  Like exceptionally big, pale ants.

I told Steve I should start a poetry journal based in Ohio and call it Po-hio (or POhio or P-Ohio or Pohio or POHIO!).

He wasn’t amused, but I was.  Kinda interferes with the “round on the ends and hi in the middle,” but still.

Julie’s ways to avoid insanity #13254.

“Never let anyone bring something into your house that you can’t move to the next room by yourself.”

Trust me.