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Armchair theorist, poet, and occasional IT manager, Sascha B. is equipped with a Master's Degree in Middle Eastern Studies from the University of Texas, and is not afraid to use it. His work has been published by the University Press of America, Edwin Mellen Press, University of Texas Press, and a variety of small journals nationwide. He is also the proprietor and baker for 3141 Pie, of which you should eat many.

The Deal

I stopped blogging in 2013, when life overtook me. My father became ill and died shortly thereafter, and my mother was left with increasing dementia. I became the primary caregiver, and now orchestrate my mother's care and our family estate.

Now, I am coming up for air again.

Looking for the next book to read. All suggestions welcome.

My reading list is over here.







Friday, April 20, 2012

Tech Trouble

All our toys and distractions are adding up to a sizable cost:
The national phone poll of 1,005 U.S. adults found that Americans who subscribe to digital services spend an average of $166 each month for cable TV, home Internet access, mobile phone service and digital subscriptions, like satellite radio and streaming video—the equivalent of 17 percent of their monthly rent or mortgage payment. Those who download songs, apps and other products spend an additional $38 per month, on average.
That's more than $200 per month. During a depression. For distraction and leisure. Sure, we use it all for productivity too---I'd be lost without my broadband connection for working at home---but cable TV? the iPhone? Streaming Netflix? iTunes downloads?

I think if more people saw these numbers, perhaps we'd be slightly, just slightly more circumspect.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

News

Taking a needed sick day today, and so the opportunity to say that....I've not much to say. The world continues to become a thing more and more frayed at its human edges, and with each new story in the paper, each new item from the war, or the economic debacles, or the Middle East, or Washington, the quality and texture of life gets just that much more chalky, unreal, and farther away from any world I ever imagined being in when growing up. I love so much of what we have made and discovered, but I fear more and more that we have lost the knack for giving ourselves the internal tools and controls to use any of our goodies effectively for our own good.

Elsewhere, I've put 2 liters of new rye mash liquor into a newly re-charred barrel for the next batch of whiskey; call me around Halloween and I'll let you know how it turns out.