And Again

Suspended

I turn as I leave the bedroom. Sunlight from the skylight hits the edge of a pillow before another cloud passes and the pillow shimmers from white to blue gray to white again and in that moment I feel suspended in my epoch, my age, my century, my decade, my year, my month, my day, my hour, my minute, my second–facing backwards. And the flickering thought is this: the salient stuff must be felt. There is no shortcut. And this same dawning pain will be forgotten and redescribed, again and again, generation by generation, always the same, always new.

- May 07, 2017

Essays

It doesn't happen very often, but some posts actually manage to communicate an entire thought. These are those.

Marettimo

Marettimo

Talking about thinking about thinking

2019 | 1503 Words
Ode to Obsession

Ode to Obsession

On HTML and the unscratchable itch

2015 | 830 Words
Thrum

Thrum

Christmas, wasps, and global supply chains

2013 | 1385 Words

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A timeline of fragments, half-baked ideas, updates-to-no-one-in-particular.

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About

Blogs these days tend to have themes, writing styles, brands and audiences. This is not one of those blogs. I know I'm not the best one to judge these things, but as far as I can tell there is no specific voice or focus or tone threading through the various posts. It makes exactly as much sense as I do.

And, like so many blogs, it is also the culmination of a just spectacular, embarrassing, somewhat pathetic amount of effort. I point this out mostly to fill this little spot at the bottom of the design (I thought a little prize after all those links might be nice) but also to thank you for stopping and reading any one of these.