Jamie Todd Rubin

I recently took John Quincy Adams to Alaska with me.

Just a quick note to say that I am alive and well, and desperately trying to find a way back to writing here on the blog.

My Independence Days tend to be muted affairs, holidays from the rush and crush of everyday life.

Recently I found myself in a waiting room, and while there, waiting, it occurred to me that someone should write an essay on waiting rooms.

I had a rare disagreement with my high school friends last night.

I wanted to jump in here quickly and assure folks who are looking for the next posts on ark that they are coming.

On Saturday mornings, I take a break from my usual routine, and instead of doing my normal 2.5 mile walk, I pause at the halfway point and stop in at the local McDonald’s for breakfast.

That last post.

This is the second in a new series describing ark, a command-line-based personal archive system I have developed and am using as my primary archiving tool.

It occurs to me that I have been writing essays for most of my life.

You know that ol’ Peanuts cartoon?

Note: This post is the first in a new series of posts describing ark, a command-line-based personal archive system I have developed and am using as my primary archiving tool.