I'm going to be brutally honest.  It's 9pm on a Sunday, I've just come in from the cold and the rain, I'm exhausted from four nights on the trot with little sleep and I'm in the middle of a good book.  I don't want to be sitting here and writing …

Disclaimer: I realize that by any sane judgment, my life is so amazingly free of problems that I might as well be cavorting about in the strawberry patches of Elysium, singing counterpoint with the Butterflies of Jubilation that accompany me always.  My own knowledge of real trouble, real suffering is …

It was the spring of 2009, and I'd just moved to London.  Which made it the autumn of 2009.  I had got a promotion at work.  No longer an engineer on Launchpad, I was now its Product Strategist, and thus was moving to the UK.

Moving to London was a …

I wish I had someone to blame other than myself for me being out in this miserable weather.  You would think by now that I would have the good sense not to hit Oxford Street during the January sales and the worst snow since America decided that it needed some …

A funny thing happened to me the other day.  I was sitting on my couch, waiting for an unusually long test run to complete and looking for something to keep me out of trouble when I glanced over at Jolie's motorcycle magazine.

Jolie doesn't normally read motorcycle magazines, or magazines …

Keen readers of Echo & Bounce will notice two things about the last two posts:

1. they were unusually close together
2. neither were about books I've just read

I think about ambition every now and then.  It's an important thing in my life and something I dearly wish I could better understand.  When I think about it, two people come to mind. Both are fictional, and both are drunks.

The first is from Macbeth. When we were studying …