· The Dining Room · October 31, 2013 | very personal

Memory is a tricky thing. I always thought I wasn't much good at remembering things. There are a very few moments, perhaps, more like a scrapbook, that stayed vivid. Mostly, what I saw was vague, impressionistic, perhaps even composites my subconscious stitched together from any number of roughly similar moments....

"The Crack Up" · May 28, 2012

“It was strange to have no self — to be like a little boy left along in a big house, who knew that now he could do anything he wanted to do, but found that there was nothing that he wanted to do —” via Esquire I sure know that feeling. I...

Days Well Spent · May 27, 2012

There are a million ways to fill a day. Endless choices etching the boundaries and contents of our lives. Not to overdo the philosophy on a beautiful, sunny Sunday, but Of course ultimately these are the things that make us happy and give our lives meaning. I have a reputation...

Look At We Can Do · April 17, 2012

Though I fear "Look at what we used to be able to do is more accurate"......

Some (more) thoughts on books... · December 9, 2011

I’ve been reorganizing my apartment lately, and that means, in large part, reorganizing my books. My books and bookshelves for sure comprise the most significant definition to the (quite limited, of course) space in my apartment. I like being surrounded by books, and that’s reason enough for my...