Words playing tricks on me

I just passed the bookshelves with Dad’s old collection of Rafael Sabatini‘s works. One book startled me with its title: The Nutballs of Corbal. This worried me, so I looked closer, and the title resolved itself into The Nuptials of Corbal. I feel a little better, though a residuum of worry still lingers.

Moving music

I have been moving my music files around like so many blocks on a floor, it seems — that’s what it feels like, instead of rearranging electrons on copper disks. It would seem that iTunes requires a deauthorization/authorization process, and merely having one’s (legally purchased) music files on one’s computer doesn’t mean one can listen … Continue reading Moving music