The Wormlips Scrapbook

Mom’s oyster bash last night was a great success. I wish I liked oysters. Though Mom’s friends, now in their eighties and nineties, are dropping like flies, some fifty of the undead made an appearance, despite imminent foul weather. Many of these people figured prominently in my childhood. Many I’m not likely to see again. [...]

How many lives do I really need? I can’t even handle the one I’ve got. Over the past year I’ve started to hear more about Second Life, an Internet world where lonely strangers can chat in an alley and a thousand may gather for a worldwide conference. It’s a beautiful place, with vivid sunsets, rippling [...]