Pie time has come

I wasn’t thinking about dessert.  No, I wasn’t unconscious, I had just eaten a large meal of pasta.  But as we passed Petsi’s cafe on Putnam Avenue just five minutes before closing, there seemed nothing to lose popping in.  There’s not often...

Getting a handle on my man bag issues

On the occasion of Fête Nationale, or Bastille Day, I’m going to write about a particularly European thing, the man bag.  Like most public transit commuters – or really most travelers of any kind – I’m always looking for the most efficient,...

Happiness is a clean keyboard

The problem with a lot of good design is that it’s a pain to clean it.  Great design includes forethought on the cleaning department, if you ask me.  So every few months, I find that despite my best borderline OCD hand washing, my Apple wireless keyboard needs a...