Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Fifty Four: It must be Italian.

A word, here, about problem solving. I have written, in the past, about my love of Christmas bubble lights. Bubble lights are very rad. If you don’t know, they do what they say on the tin: they are lights, that also bubble. In festive Christmas hues. A few years back Reg and Nick got me […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Seventy Four: That rug really tied the room together.

A word, here, about aesthetic choices. Reg and Nick and the kids were over a few weeks ago (I believe I have mentioned) and at one point conversation turned to one of my living room sconces. These sconces have been a source of strife for several years now. Reg intensely dislikes them. I don’t particularly […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Thirty Four: It wouldn’t have to be like this if you’d only understand.

A word, here, about art. I am not an “art” guy. And by “art” here I mean visual arts. Painting and that sort of thing. I am willing to call almost anything creative “art” in general, but for our purposes today I am talking about two-dimensional visual representations. All the same, I am still not […]