Daylight Savings Time is once again upon us. And that’s bad news for a lot of folks. To hear tell, this will result in an increase in heart attacks and suicides, lower SAT scores, a decline in productivity and all sorts of other ills including but not limited to plagues of boils, frogs and locusts. Even my sainted grandmother would draw a distinction between “God’s time and Mr. Roosevelt’s time” w
At least we hope so. It’s January. Americans from every walk of life are on a diet, embracing steamed vegetables with a side of rice cakes. And that’s because we have indulged in gastronomic excesses during the holidays that would make Henry VIII look away in disgust. Included in that group is this columnist, who emerged from a fall full of parties and assorted other celebrations looking like an i
We bought a new car a couple of weeks ago. Check that. We bought a wiz bang, interactive, computer-operated, Bluetoothed, voice-activated, high-tech rocket sled with more options than a fully armed F-16. This car isn’t a product of Detroit. It’s straight out of the Silicon Valley. You don’t take it to a mechanic anymore. You call the Geek Squad. According to the salesman, you don’t sit in the driv
Nearly twenty years ago I wrote two books of trivia that were based on more than two decades worth of interactive trivia contests I ran in the Pacific Northwest. The Great Roseburg Trivia Challenge raised a lot of money for various charities over the years, and it was wonderful running these wacky competitions. I had no idea the annual events would become so popular in the region, and learned that
I found myself in a tight spot the other day. Boxed in. Surrounded by aggressive and unfriendly crowds. Fearing for my safety, property and sanity. Desperately seeking a way out. I was in a Trader Joe’s parking lot. It doesn’t matter which one. Every one I’ve ever encountered is so small that it wouldn’t accommodate a handball court. As the old joke goes: Trader Joe’s real estate agent: “How’s the
Awards? We’ve Got Them By The Bucketful In America. After all, this is the country that invented the Participation Award in which a 5-year-old gets a trophy the size of the Stanley Cup just for attending T-ball practice. In Hollywood alone, we have the Oscars, Emmys, Golden Globes, People’s Choice Awards, MTV Movie Awards, Internet Movie Awards, the Screen Actors Guild, Directors Guild and Produce
When it comes to gift-giving, there’s nothing quite like Father’s Day. Who among us hasn’t feigned delight in presents like loud ties, funky slippers, power tools, nose hair trimmers, a copy of “Fatherhood for Dummies,” screwdriver sets, bacon-scented candles, barbecue aprons or beef jerky in a bag. It’s stuff men like as imagined by women and children. But that’s part of its charm. If you’re a Da
Technology is wonderful, no doubt about it. Where would we be without life enhancing inventions such as car alarms, leaf blowers, boom boxes, pop-up ads and automated telephone menus that offer nine stupefying options in six languages. Our ancestors would be amazed! But now, the would-be Edisons of the world have truly outdone themselves. Using sinister Big Brother robotics, they have produced a s
You’ve got to hand it to our neolithic ancestors. They emerged from their trees and caves around 10,000 B.C. and set about farming, forming villages, crafting tools and domesticating animals. In their spare time, they invented beer which we can assume was responsible for their remarkable uptick in sophistication. Or perhaps after a couple of brews, they just thought they were smarter. Whatever. We
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