Dec 1, 2025
In July, I wrote a piece called “Stop the Train! Was that a Rocket Ship?!”, in which I speculated fruitlessly about the origin of a mysterious object, with a galactic if forlorn air, spotted in a Wisconsin field from a speeding Amtrak train. What was that thing? You,...
Nov 20, 2025
I have an uneven relationship with The New Yorker. Fond, enthralled, amused, bemused, mildly bored. Admiring. Impatient. Really interested. Profoundly disinterested. Buoyed. This is, I suppose, like all really long relationships. When I started reading The New...
Oct 16, 2025
Today’s joy, of the street music variety. An older woman rhythmically walking a pitbull down a park path this morning, a little strut to it, the dog pulling on the leash, her headphones over stocking cap (for it is October now), singing loudly with an accompanying...
Sep 25, 2025
As are many in these merry days, I am re-considering my relationship with the incessant yammering of the body politic. How to stay in proper balance with the information needed as a responsible citizen, of course, and how to stay somewhat shielded from the needlessly...
Sep 4, 2025
Before I saw this sign, I had started an essay about business branding versus business personality, about how it seems that the first can be soul-less and opportunistic, and the second full of human presence and quirkiness. I also was thinking about how individuals...
