Floating on early morning powder, cutting the first tracks through the trees, my lungs scream for more of that damn, thin air. I stop to suck in a few cubic yards. Motionless, except for my pounding heart (which is attempting to break through my
O wise and honorable, dead architect, what do you mean the details aren’t the details? If they aren’t the details, then what are the details? There are no details. Huh? There are no details? How can…? Of course there are details, they make
One of my favorite quotes, oddly enough, comes from the creator of Dilbert.
I ran across this a while back. It changed the way I read and write emails! Try reading this sentence out loud 7 times, emphasizing a different word each time. It’s amazing how the meaning of the sentence changes. Now,