One year ago, we'd just finished a week beyond my telling, an eight day trip to Bismarck, North Dakota, to witness a birth and bring home a baby girl. We'd been there once a month earlier, to meet the birth couple, their rock band, and parents. They'd flown to our house a few weeks later. We all got along in a "meant-to-be" way that felt like new family, which given recent deaths and other losses, was most welcome. Day One, we fly there with our car seat and baby clothes in tow. We meet Jamie and David for dinner and...

Today Immuexa turns eight, and as before, Jon and I lunched at Bubba's to celebrate. Last year, we officially launched Tidepool and Storymill, which after fifteen hard months of work, was a big deal to us at the time. Now a year later, I should probably mark the occasion by writing of the year's lessons and course corrections, or wax philosophical about persistence and the future of things, but tonight I'm not in the mood. Suffice it to say that Jon and I had a great talk. We're both still psyched about the semantic web, particularly the upcoming roles of...