Wallowing
I’m trying to enjoy Katherine May’s Wintering (2020) 📚 but I’m full instead of envy. I’ve carried that sin for years; it’s always close to the ...
Category: reflections
Preparations for the Storm
Waffle mixing here soon. I think perhaps coffee may be in order. I started reading Love in the Western World (1940). Twenty pages in the author is introducing h...
Little Fictions
I’ve been reading a fair amount of space opera and political science fiction recently: The Expanse, Old Mans War, A Memory Called Empire, Too Like the Lig...
Saturday, neither in the park nor the fourth of July
What will I make for breakfast this morning? I had a thought last night before bed, but I didn’t write it down and now don’t remember. I’m rea...
Parables of the Present
Started Octavia Butler’s Parable of the Sower (1993) 📚 this morning. Right away, I think: What do people think they will gain when society collapses? There...
Ars Electronica
Zoë Keating‘s cello loops and Imogen Heap‘s witchy gloves remind me that computers can also be playful extensions of human creativity, not just mac...
Meanwhile on the other side of the world…
Perhaps my favorite element of working overnight with folks from India, now that we are all working from home, is the small audio intrusions from my co-workersâ...
Leeway
Many folks have mocked Mr. Trump for his frequent golf outings, on the one hand because he did the same to Mr. Obama, and on the other because they think he sho...
The Wide Wonderful Web
Someone I follow on Twitter shared Elizabeth Kingston’s discovery of sea chanty TikTok and I fell down an audio rabbit hole because TikTok has a handy fea...
The Unread
When the pages in the calendar turn, I take some time to revisit the accumulations with which I clutter my days. It’s not you; it’s me. And time.
How Do We Sleep While Our Beds Are Burning?
A hazy morning today, like yesterday, here in New York, on the eastern coast of North America. The smoke from the wildfires along the western coast of North Ame...
Earplugs Removed
I turned off the air-conditioner and opened the windows letting in the air and sounds from outside. The day grew warmer and the house grew hotter, until at nigh...
The War of All Against All
Across the street from where No. 1 Daughter lives, two dogs sat in a closed car. They barked at her when she left for work. They barked at her when she came hom...
Knowing One’s Place
My youngest (12) asked, out of the blue, why do some people want a monarchy when they can’t be the king? I’m not sure. Maybe we should ask the British. ...
The Sacred Forests of Ethiopia
Here is a sad and hopeful story of the church forests of Ethiopia. The land outside the church forest looks like desolation to me. So stark. Where’s the g...
Bedeviled
The first was that I was very busy.The second — I was different from you: whatever happened to you could not happen to me, not like that.…. “Magdalene...