I’ve had an increasing craving for the written word in the past few months. I’ve been reading more, but that does nothing to satisfy me. I need to write.

I’ve just installed the Tumblr app on my iPhone in the hope that I will take a few moments to write, whenever I can.

These few lines are it for this morning. Now… off to work!

Taylor Mali answers the question What do Teachers make.

(warning for language)

I woke up early this morning and, in my usual browse across the net, happened across this article about the death of innovator Dennis Ritchie. The first thing that struck me was that, at 70, he lived and died alone. My initial impression seemed confirmed by this sentenced, tucked between paragraphs of accolades to Mr. Ritchie:

“Besides his brother Bill, of Alexandria, Va., Mr. Ritchie is survived by another brother, John, of Newton, Mass., and a sister, Lynn Ritchie of Hexham, England.”

This sentence made me a bit sad for Mr. Ritchie but, if I am honest, it made me even more sad for myself. Maybe I’m just in a morose mood but I just couldn’t stop myself from dwelling on the likelihood that if, at 34, I am still unmarried and childless, I probably will remain this way.

It is entirely possible that, having lived an otherwise fulfilling life, I too will die alone in my home, survived by siblings and other family members, but by no spouse and children of my own. How far this would be from the vision that I had of my life just a few years ago!

What amused me was not the adolescent humour, but that someone out there was clearly walking by this sign every day and finally got annoyed enough to CORRECT THE SPELLING! Lolololol!!!