I came home from New Orleans to see that the walls of my apartment are no longer yellow, but blue. it's a grey-ish blue, I guess. a ligh...

not even the heady scent of fresh-mown grass or the sweep of springtime clouds and breezes--not even a strawberry ice cream cone --none of i...

next thursday I'll be more than halfway to Minneapolis. there is a conference . once there, I will present something (the something I di...

this has been a significant chunk of my summer so far. books and sunshine and chocolatey beverages. so, somewhat in the style of Nick H...

sometimes you cannot see the traffic lights. the other cars get in the way, or there are glares from the late afternoon sun, or you've c...

last semester seemed full of things I had never done or even really imagined before. texas. graduate school. a dog named Jack. running. talk...

the main character of this book I just finished is described by the blurber (yes, that is a true job-title, I promise) as "a quixotic r...

it's always cool when you can find little bits and pieces of the same idea scattered all over the internet in convenient, linkable snipp...

there's a hymn. it talks about unseen wounds, and how to heal them. wound. unless you're talking about clocks or stress or somet...

during the torture that was my flight back from england last march, I watched this little film called Paper Heart . it's half documentar...

'in linguistics class a few semesters back we had a lecture on the characteristics of human language. one of the coolest things that se...

i wanted to write a post about the rhetoric of disneyland. i spent three days there last week. i became almost sick of the pirates of the ca...