Rain, wind, snow, flying cows

We have a rain/snow mix, along with thunder, ahead of a cold front. The frontal passage (aka fropa, for the weather nerds) will bring strong winds and much colder air here this evening and tomorrow night back home.

After a time of travel, my physical and mental shirt pockets eventually fill up with scraps of paper. And so, lucky reader, it's time to dump the scraps onto the desk.

There was a cocktail party last night, sponsored by one of the vendors. I didn't go and am grateful for my choice. This morning's reports include cell-phone video clips of conga line and pleas for more scotch.

Speaking of phones, Walt Mossberg of the Wall Street Journal mentioned a product, called CellStik, that lets you back up your cell phone contacts to a USB drive.

On the way to the airport the other day, I heard a bit of flotsam from the Bosstown Sound-era - Sacrifice of the Moon by Ultimate Spinach. There's a good reason why I hadn't heard it since the late 1960s.

From the Department of the Flippin' Obvious: a study informs us that people use the Internet for fun.

Canada has a program to discourage people from letting their cars idle too long. Walking past the neighborhood Dunkin' Donuts, it's amazing that there aren't more cars stolen.

South Koreans are fighting back against bird flu with kimchi.

In several meetings, I've been sitting with a fellow who reminds me a great deal of a former co-worker. This person has the same kind of accent, same sardonic view of the world, and similar physical features, all the way that he clears his nose. Both have a quick and clever wit. Both are very smart. The fellow here calculated 26^6 in his head as a part of a discussion on acronyms. At the start of the day, he spent 10 minutes talking with his broker, so we now know how his investments are going.