Random thoughts about roadside art, National Parks, historic preservation, philosophy of technology, and whatever else happens to cross my mind.
I worried about how was listening when I found out that our own spooks were listening to all of us. Now I don't worry anymore even though they are still listening. My crimes and misdemeanors are pretty small potatoes.
I sometimes wonder if there aren't bodies buried in the cat litter, but then I remember that I haven't nagged the kids to scoop.
My space, my rules: play nice and keep it on topic.