Peter Murmann

Until a few weeks ago, I was an innocent virgin as far as the brave new world of fertility clinics was concerned. Now I am thinking about quitting my day job and becoming a professional sperm donor. Granted, I don’t have the brains of Albert Einstein or the athleticism of Roger Federer. But the first [Read More]

  The other day I strolled in the gothic quarter of Barcelona and came by a tattoo shop. I was very impressed with the lady who stood behind the counter. She was the best advertisement that anyone could have thought of for this kind of establishment. I wondered: Did mom and dad already have a [Read More]

Accumulating stuff takes time. After reading this unusal portrait of America, I had one question: How much time do people actually spend shopping?  Until the end of my teenage years, I used to enjoy bargain hunting immensely and spent endless hours in pursuit of gadget that fell within my budget. I hate shopping now and [Read More]

If you have something to confess and a catholic priest is not your type, here is an alternative. I discovered a fantastic weblog called PostSecret. Send them your confession!

 

 

P.S. Feb 21, 2026.  They are still posting but now on a new website. https://postsecret.com/

As far as stories goes, this one printed in today’s New York Times is a pretty good one… Charles Calls End to the Affair: He’ll Happily Wed His Camilla By SARAH LYALL LONDON, Feb. 10 – They have been friends for more than 30 years and lovers for most of that time. They have survived marriages to [Read More]

Reading Don Quixote I learn great deal about the medieval literature about knights. Cervantes spoofs these stories in his famous novel. Apparently, there was also a “Murmann” knight, born in 1766. [Now I know why I am such a chivalrous kind of guy:) ] Georg Murmann entered the military in 1783 and spent all his [Read More]

Cynthia Rosen filed this interesting report in her Deva Vu column of the Wall Street Journal. Couples in the U.S. Used to Marry Early,Often and Informally In a Connecticut village in the 17th century, an unmarried couple moved in together. One day, while out for a stroll, they ran into the local magistrate. “John Rogers,” the magistrate [Read More]