• Beauty Shop, My Eye.

    That’s what they used to be called, remember? Then they put some teeth in the truth in advertising laws and, presto change-oh, beauty shops turned into hair salons. A trip to the beauty shop was as eagerly anticipated as a dental appointment and there was nothing beautiful about it. This I know from years of…

  • Communication By Forwarding.

    We are an incredibly lazy bunch, are we not? We keep the TV remote within arm’s length of the recliner. We drive climate-controlled, fully equipped, automatic everything cars. We don’t climb stairs, we take the elevator. Myself included. We don’t even go to the trouble of composing a simple, declarative email. Instead we send text…

  • I’d like to welcome my new subscribers and friends to the pages and posts of publikworks. Feel free to make yourself comfortable and help yourself to refreshments. If, at any time, you’d like to make a suggestion or air a grievance, please raise your hand. I’d like to thank you, as well, for the many…

  • Why Can’t I Get a Dial Tone?

    For years I paid two phone bills, one for a land line and one for wireless. I don’t even like phones. I’m perfectly happy listening to the voices already in my head. I usually forget to take my cell phone with me, anyway, and isn’t that the purpose of having one? Oh, well, if I…

  • Hindsight blows.

    Planning ahead isn’t for scatterbrained, procrastinator types. Plans are the bailiwick of logical, prudent folks who know what they’re doing and schedule accordingly. In my bailiwick, the future’s going to happen whether I have a plan or not, no need to get my undies in a bunch. If I knew a piece of space junk…