_Yes, Wordpress makes me sad. It seems to make others feel sad too, which is good, because then I don't have to feel alone on top of being sad.

It turns out that a musician friend of mine is on an extended artistic pilgrimage to Brazil. He thought it would be a good idea to keep his pals posted regarding his adventures while he was gone, and he decided that Wordpress would be the best medium for his broadcasts. "Not so!" he reported from his urban jungle location. He complained of bugginess, blank pages and general headaches. In other words, he complained that Wordpress made him sad too.

I can empathize. A long time ago (maybe 2003) I was building a website for a client, and the client asked if I could put together a blog for him. At the time, I didn't really know anything about blogs or why anyone would even be so presumptuous as to assume that someone would read theirs.

These three people display a modern-day behavior where individuals no longer have the ability to communicate face-to-face while sitting in the same room. Once a phenomenon only found in restaurants and coffee shops, it has now spread to living rooms, and probably, bedrooms. (Well, actually...)

Yes, it even happened to us. There we were, Deborah and I, sitting with our little nephew Noah in a highrise in a suburb of Milan, Italy, ignoring each other. Actually, it wasn't as pathological as I make it sound; Noah doesn't understand any English anyway, and I don't speak much Italian at all. Other than playing peekaboo, we didn't have much to talk about.

Only as we were walking out the door on the way to the airport did I realize that he  understands Serbo/Croatian and that his mom actually speaks a little.