If you hold my blog up to your ear, you can hear a great fat snowstorm pacing up and down outside my house. Things are quiet right now, but she’s going to get mad again real soon, and then there’ll be nothing to do but shovel, shovel, shovel. So on this Groundhog Day I’m thinking about warmer places. Maybe our favorite prognosticating marmot is too.
In honor of this special occasion, I encourage you to indulge in the grand groundhoggian tradition of pulling down the Christmas decorations that your neighbors still have in their yard. If a surfeit of snow prevents this, you can amuse yourself with this old story by Paracelsus from our first year of operation: At the Sign of the Scarf and Bolt. It was inspired by the bar and restaurant where the Star Chamber first convened. Also from the same week, don’t miss the Treatise on the Natural Limits of Self Publishing in a Web-based Medium. It’s worth slogging through just to read the Errata page.
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