
It wasn't always made of pudding, but through prodigious use of the internet and an overwhelming reliance upon Google, my thoughts now move through my mind at a rate similar to a rather rotund, furry mammal, swimming through pudding … with a parka … and ski boots. Perhaps it's silly to blame the internet, but I don't think I'm alone in this accusation, nor am I alone in feeling that the cure to this malady is some old school conversation and learning. Read