Valentine's Day in the heartland

It's no fun being away from home on Valentine's Day.

When I was here three weeks ago, there was a half a foot of fresh-fallen snow on the ground. Now, except in the shadiest of places, there's none. One of my co-workers wasn't able to get out of New Jersey yesterday because of the weekend storm; he'll arrive this morning.

Nonetheless, there's no surer sign of spring than the Red Sox equipment van leaving Boston on its way to spring training. Even though the team's management be idiots, letting Johnny Damon and Doug Mirabelli get away, it's still baseball and it's still good.

They're all Conelandians now.

The Four Horsemen are making sure that their horses are fed and watered and ready for the ride: Paris Hilton to play Mother Teresa.

If you have some spare time and spare bandwidth, this site may entertain and will perplex you. Having the sound on is helpful, but not essential. Being able to parse Korean marketing speak into semi-English is required. It's so difficult to choose between the jade pillow and the laser pillow.

Today's automated search for a technical documentation job brings a list for a Blood Bank Supervisor.