I'm Always Mystified By The Day-to-day Workings

In My Perfect World, We Would Establish Perhaps Four National Zoos Of Unimpeachable Quality And Close The Rest Of Them.

We Do A Lot Of Bird-watching Up In The Country, But We Almost Never Have A Chance To People-watch. There Simply Aren't Enough Human Beings Up Here: There Is Nowhere You Can Park Yourself With A Cup Of Coffee And Observe The Species On Parade.

My Ace In The Hole As A Human Being Used To Be My Capacity For Remembering Birthdays. I Worked At It. Whenever I Made A New Friend, I Made A Point Of Finding Out His Or Her Birthday Early On, And I Would Record It In My Filofax Calendar.

I Had Never Considered Using A Hashtag Anywhere Other Than On Twitter, But Now I'm Inspired. Text Messages Have Always Seemed A Little Flat To Me, So The Murmuring Greek Chorus Of A Hashtag Might Be A Perfect Way To Liven Them Up And Give Them A Bit Of Dimension.

I Have No Idea How To Get In Touch With Anyone Anymore. Everyone, It Seems, Has A Home Phone, A Cell Phone, A Regular E-mail Account, A Facebook Account, A Twitter Account, And A Web Site. Some Of Them Also Have A Google Voice Number. There Are The Sentimental Few Who Still Have Fax Machines.