whenever I see these spray-painted street markings, it reminds me that someday I want to write a story in which very important and very secr...

yesterday I did some re-reading. first, I re-read six months or so of things I've liked on twitter . a confession: sometimes as I skim t...

my babysteps into the world of LibriVox volunteering are going alright, so far. only one of the projects I've been working on has been c...

my phone rang (and by  rang , understand that I do mean  buzzed silently in my pocket ) in the middle of the first panel of the conference I...

Saturday I was out running errands (legitimize the new car, donate all those excess clothes, pick the last two zucchini from the garden plot...

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

last week at this hour large parts of me were dreading the pressure and obligation of classes and campus. maybe I've been too busy to th...

puzzles make very neat metaphors. much like black boxes , the concept could be hiding almost anywhere. and like so, so many other words ( wa...

so I dug up the full text of this lovely poem by E. E. Cummings, for May day. I did this during a longer-than-it-should've-been distract...

they tore out a little patch of grass near the dorms and replaced it with a parking lot. I was very sad about this, and I will miss those ...

it's July. there are long, empty summer days to fill. spending them as much outside as possible is crucial. spending them outside plucki...

last week I threw all my possessions into boxes and moved precisely 4.2 miles around the corner. my zip code changed by one measly number. ...

you may have noticed an absence of writing here lately. I am busy. and for the nearly entire month of June, I will be hopelessly, glorio...

none of the following were on my list of things-to-blog-about last week. does that matter? the list is pretty amorphous, and to it I hav...

I was telling friend Chris the other day just how strange things feel when new people make themselves important to you in unexpected ways. ...

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...

this is a blurry photograph of my fortune cookies. yes, I made fortune cookies last week--and this time they turned out a million times bett...

blog-friend Gina does a bunch of hand stitching. it's quite impressive. me, I've never hand-stitched anything aside from little n...

once upon a time there was a very tall cottonwood tree, and once upon a time somebody (I imagine a wizened, white-haired sage, with a long, ...

it's thursday already, and my weekend is going to be spent traveling, visiting, and playing dress-up. but I can't just let the end ...