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As I may have mentioned, before school started Number One Son cleaned out his room quite thoroughly and disposed of all his childhood junk. Three boxes of this unsorted stuff then magically appeared in my subterranean chamber.

Like Psyche and various other princesses in the tales I have spent some time today, antlike, sorting through a large pile of this granular debris into its useful parts and discarding lint and dust and junk. Instead of lentils and grains, though, I have mostly bits of plastic. ( Read more... )

You can't play chess with only thirty pieces, can you?