Kristin Hersh released Hips and Makers in 1994. Her band, Throwing Muses, was my favorite band, and I idolized her. I can still picture the record store chalkboard where her impending solo release was announced. In the days before Google, we got our news from chalkboards in record stores. I bought the CD the day… Continue reading The Ghost of 1994
“The pace of our lives governs our experience of the passage of time. And how we move through time is, ultimately, the way we live our lives.” – Robert Levine, A Geography of Time In this blog, I’ve talked about swimming in an ocean of breathing, of air, of thoughts, of life, surrounded so much… Continue reading A Time Diet
I studied writing in college like a lot of mentally ill people major in psychology – to figure out what the hell was wrong with me. I’d been told my whole life that I was a good writer; it was pretty much literally the only thing people identified that I was good at. Yet I… Continue reading Recorded Memory
If you know me, you know that I am absolutely obsessed with my cat. Fatberry is assertive, confident, and a world-class snuggler. He hates everyone in the world except for me, and Dan. He’s friends to only two people, but he is the best friend we could ask for. He has been my constant quarantine… Continue reading Pure Motherf*cking Magic
Like anyone, I have a lot of problems. I solve problems all day every day, mostly for work, but sometimes personal problems too. How to get insurance companies to pay claims. How to get people to attend my meetings. How to meet deadlines. I get really into my problems; there is all kinds of self-righteous… Continue reading The Problems Manifesto
I live in terror of making mistakes. I always have. In all the study of grit, resilience, persistence, etc., it’s well-established that fear of making mistakes paralyzes people and keeps them from building new knowledge. Well, that’s me in a textbook. It occurred to me today that we are 4 billion years of mistakes. When… Continue reading Mutations are Mistakes
What if we ARE alone in the universe? What if in 14 billion years across 200 trillion stars, there has never been life that could replicate itself? This thought is deeply poignant to me. If we are the only life that can exist, has existed, can ever exist in the universe, the existence of life… Continue reading Alone in the Universe
