Is This the Way the NFL Ends? T. S. Eliot, Jim McMahon, And The End of Football In America

We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats’ feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion; Those … Continue reading Is This the Way the NFL Ends? T. S. Eliot, Jim McMahon, And The End of Football In America

Why Is It Called Microfiche? Or, Sometimes Google Is Slower Than Books

This particular adventure seems to have taken place in 2011. I don’t remember what prompted me to think about microfiche last night, but I think it was probably Pawn Stars.  I do remember asking my wife why it was called microfiche in the first place, and I think she said “because it’s small.”  She then … Continue reading Why Is It Called Microfiche? Or, Sometimes Google Is Slower Than Books