I am guessing we’ve hit the apex of the human brain’s ability to hold all the info about the world we’re exposed to each day while, simultaneously, acting in our own small worlds of influence. For example, I read the New York Times most every morning, just the headlines of front-page stories, but I dive […]
At Least I Didn’t Superglue Myself to the Fish
(Note to any of you poor readers who’ve previously tried to make sense of this post: somehow, when I published it, I jumbled up the order of the paragraphs, which I didn’t notice until days later. I’ve put them in a more sensible order, now. It’s not that this is some riveting Who Done It […]
Night Moves in Madison
Those Bob Seger lyrics aren’t about what I’d thought they were about. Well, yes, there’s that. The song was released in 1976, the year my sister turned sweet sixteen and Dad gave her the red TR6. I was eight years old. Astounding. I remember snickering at the implications of what “night moves” meant in the […]
Nobel Prize in Physics!
I know I just posted yesterday, but I want to tell everyone right away. The guy who runs Finn’s project won the Nobel Prize in Physics!! In an interview cited by the New York Times, the laureate said that his work was the result of a “large collaboration” with other researchers. That’s Finn! Soon he’ll […]
My Retiree Monday: From an AI-Designed House to the Last Kayak Run of the Year
My final day of sloth this summer I spent finishing my stupid AI house renovation design and kayaking under a clear sky.
Weird Nomad Habits We Still Keep (and Some We’ve Dropped)
I’ve been thinking about household habits: ones I had when I lived in a house for the better part of my life, ones I had when I lived in the Airstream and we travelled all the time, and ones I’m developing now that I’m back in a house. Their changes mirror my life’s changes in ways I would not have predicted.
My Short Story of Infinite Jest
Now that I’m kayaking less as well as seeing fewer bands play outside, I’ve wanted to write more, and my manuscript work is less writing, more research, which I hate. So, when Kari from A Grace Full Life asked me about the story behind spending a weekend with writer David Foster Wallace, no less while […]
The Next Steps Inside My Soul
Dragging myself towards an organized interior, now that fall is inescapable.
The Final Day of the Best Summer
A final summer’s end post about the ultimate coin toss: Would I choose to leave the road, now that I’ve enjoyed summer so much? Plus, a house renovation update.
Strega Nona’s Tomato Vines
Even though Daddy had a giant garden on our land in Virginia, one where each spring he’d put a shovel full of horse manure from the barn in a hole under each tomato cage, even though Momma every fall would pickle and can and freeze and preserve, and even though throughout the summer I’d sit […]
