Category Archives: Xapno Mapcase

About Me

This is the ‘About Me’ section. Every site has one.

I’m Not Xapno / Intro

In the 1930’s, Harpo Marx visited Russia in the combined role of ambassabor and performer. The Cryillic alphabet rendered his name as something like Xapno Mapcase.  I read this years ago in Harpo’s autobiography, and have often used it as my online identity.  In reality, though, I’m not Xapno. Continue reading

Ada C. Lore (A Memory)

I worked several years for a shellfish company in New Haven.  I was hired as a captain, and I operated a number of boats for them, clam boats primarily, from fifty-five to a hundred feet in length.  The boat in this anecdote  was the Ada C. Lore, about 90′ as paced off on the dock  If you do a Google search, you’ll find stories and photos of her post-retirement life as a restored charter schooner in Maine, but when this story happened, she was was a just a tired old clam boat.

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13 Crimes (A Memory)

The holidays, and a co-worker gave my wife a bottle of 13 Crimes wine.  Something about 13 types of crime that the English courts punished the guilty  by banishment to Australia.  I guess that could be historical fact, but a strange name for wine.

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This Website.

this-websiteThis isn’t my first website.

In fact, at one time, I built and maintained websites for a number of local small businesses.  I was a one man operation- sales, web designer, graphic artist, customer service, bookkeeper and diaper changer. (My kids, not my customers.)  Liitle by little, though, my customers wanted business integration features beyond my self-taught abilities.  Slowly, it evolved from fun to work to chore.
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Entropic Chic Interrupted

bearings-1As a species, we scramble around trying to improve our situation.  We invent, experiment, build and create, all in the hope of finding something better than whatever it is that we already have.  We like change.

Nature, however, prefers things as they were.  What follows is an example of that ongoing disagreement.

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The Ants & the Grasshopper (Retold)

the-ants-and-the-grasshopperOne bright day in late autumn a colony of ants were bustling about in the warm sunshine, drying out the grain they had stored up during the summer, when a starving Grasshopper, his fiddle under his arm, came up and humbly begged for a bite to eat.

“What!” cried the ants in surprise, “haven’t you stored anything away for the winter? What in the world were you doing all last summer?” Continue reading