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In light of the fact that I'm telecommuting today, I thought I would share this great Dilbert cartoon on the evolution of telecommuting. View it here.

Our parking situation changed at work and instead of parking downtown I’ve been riding the trolley to work. Now that I’ve been a trolley rider for the past three weeks, I thought I would share a few of my observations with you.When riding the trolley, you need to add a few minutes to any schedule to allow for red lights and other delays.San Diego is much more diverse than most people realize.It’s not unusual for people to mumble to themselves. And I’m not only talking about other passengers.People check their phones just to have something to do.Having a current library card is a life-saver.Mom was right when she told you to wash your hands.All joking aside, there are real benefits to letting someone else drive you to work. I’ve read more books in the last three weeks than I had in the previous three months. Even more impressive (at least…

An email just landed in my spam box with this subject line: "McCain Chooses Paris Hilton as VP."

You may not have known this, but last week was “Elvis Week.” If you didn’t know, don’t worry -- no presents are exchanged.It’s a little known fact that people often send me emails detailing their most recent “Elvis sighting.” Here are just a few places Elvis has been recently sighted ...Eating at Dunkin’ Donuts in Paducah, Kentucky. Selling RV’s in Pascagoula, Mississippi. Face painting at the Tremont Turkey Festival in Tremont, Illinois. Working as an undercover Elvis impersonator in Las Vegas.OK, maybe people don’t actually send me Elvis sighting emails but there really is a Tremont Turkey Festival in Tremont, Illinois.People have become more fascinated with Elvis since he died than when he was alive. I remember watching an “Is Elvis Alive?” TV special in the early 1990’s, hosted by Bill Bixby.The entire show was devoted to showing both sides of the argument. Conspiracy theorists would have loved it. For…

Every now and then I get in a reading mood. This past Sunday I picked up a paperback copy of "Night" by Elie Wiesel. I faintly remember reading it while in high school and had seen a hardback copy of it at Barnes and Noble recently. That being said, when I saw it for 99 cents at a thrift store (and in good shape), I gladly plunked down some loose change to buy it. Three hours later, after a grande coffee at Starbucks, I finished it and went home."Night" is Wiesel's recollection of being sent to a German concentration camp during World War II. It's a short but powerful read. The particular edition I had purchased also contained a copy of his 1986 Nobel Peace Prize acceptance speech. One line in the speech jumped out at me and forced me to re-read it several times:"Our lives no longer belong to…