Go Home, Dishwasher, You're Drunk

     A recent up-to-the-minute high-tech addition to the galley kitchen of Roseholme Cottage is a dry-erase board, upon which Tam and I make grocery lists and leave messages to one another.  Of course, when you have a channel of communications with any fuzziness to it, that ambiguity must be exploited:

     Which reminds me of the book I'm currently reading (on the recommendation of Sydney Padua), James Gleick's The Information.  I'm barely ten percent in and thoroughly engrossed; it is as if Henry Petroski had turned his talent to looking at how we look at language and, well, information.  He starts with "talking drums," about which, it turns out, nearly everything I thought I knew was wrong.