I expect too much from the Internet.

Look, I'm even capitalizing its name, with the weird respect we showed it for a few years. But can it show me my own poem from college, about Manhattan island, Denise's gaze stripping away historic layers, time not so much passing but piling up, like layers in sedimentary rock?

No, it cannot.

And she didn't really do that anyway. I did, imagining her looking at it, through her History-lover's eyes.

I expect too much from the Internet.

Look, I'm even capitalizing its name, with the weird respect we showed it for a few years. But can it show me my own poem from college, about Manhattan island, Denise's gaze stripping away historic layers, time not so much passing but piling up, like layers in sedimentary rock?

No, it cannot.

And she didn't really do that anyway. I did, imagining her looking at it, through her History-lover's eyes.

After consuming this nuked lunch, I will dig into the piles of "issue."

But during the consuming I'm going to read the rest of this Salon interview with the writer of a book about our not-so-gendered brains.

The first bit of it has me thinking how disappointing "The Big Bang Theory" has turned out to be with its women, and its treatment(s) of women.

After consuming this nuked lunch, I will dig into the piles of "issue."

But during the consuming I'm going to read the rest of this Salon interview with the writer of a book about our not-so-gendered brains.

The first bit of it has me thinking how disappointing "The Big Bang Theory" has turned out to be with its women, and its treatment(s) of women.