Michael Livingston

Will I ever grow up? Will I ever see a time when, on getting sick, I won’t long for my mother to tuck the extra pillow under my head, to bring me a cup full of orange juice and a flexi-straw, to soothe me out of a coughing fit by her loving embrace rocking […]

It seems I’ve acquired some nasty contagion from the petri dish that is The Citadel. Swollen lymph nodes, sore throat, stuffed head … blech. It was a miracle my voice held out through yesterday (teaching and meetings from 9:30 am to 9:45 pm), but it did.
Blech.

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Did my civic duty today and cast my vote. I hope you do yours, too, when the time comes.
I found it quite fascinating to be part of an early voting state that could impact the national race so strongly. Pretty cool. We’ve had no end to campaigning around here the past few […]

I got a real kick out of this, since I’ve always wanted to try it myself.
(Talking Old English to a Friesian, I mean — not buying a brown cow.)

Just stumbled across this article from CNet, which is a step-by-step gallery of dissecting an iPod Touch.
I have no interest in doing this sort of thing to mine (unlike the take-apart of my MobilePro executed for painting purposes), but I appreciate seeing it done.
I’ve got to say, seeing things like this, that it really does […]

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