The New Indicator of Marxist Tendencies

Last night, I asked Shauna for a sip of her Cherry Pepsi. She obliged and I remarked that, while it's good, I like Cherry Coke better. According to her, this means I'm a communist.
That flavor you're now tasting is irony. 

A Night on the Town

I don't think it possible to stroll down River Street on a cool Savannah evening and not feel perfectly at-ease. As soon as I stepped out of my car into the cool sea breeze, the smells of various restaurants mingling in the air, it felt right to walk a little slower and take in the […]

Back to Savannah

I'm back on the road again, this time on a business trip to Hinesville, GA, just outside of Savannah. There's no cohesive entry here (I wouldn't want to bore you to death with a noodle post), so I just have some random thoughts.

Where did all my Saturdays go?

Saturdays have become less of a relaxing day and more of a "work outside of the office" day. Between the demands of the recent campaign, maintenance on the house, and pitching in on service projects, it feels like it's been forever since there's been a Saturday of nothing but sitting around and doing absolutely nothing. […]