Love. A little about us. A little about them. A little about nobody I actually know. A little about some trees I care about.
When we “improve” a road, what exactly are we improving?This is a reflection on improving roads, both actual and metaphorical, in Death Valley and Yosemite and the slow loss of “natural” places with every “improvement.”
As we edge toward the third decade of the 21st century, I have decided that it is time to forge ahead with a new literary genre — the forgetoir. Unlike a memoir, which records the great events we remember from our lives, the forgetoir records the things we have forgotten. Or pretend we have forgotten. […]
Enjoying the stale air and torturous chairs of modern air travel is only slightly compensated by the sociological joys of studying the in-flight magazine. My first observation as I skip the vacuous article about three perfect days in some predictable destination is that there are a lot of ads focused on men’s hair. At the […]
In which our hero recalls an embarrassing moment in the life of a barely-teen introvert upon reading a chance passage in Susan Cain’s book Quiet and discovers his true nature.
There is no English Academy, like there is for French, to protect our language from Philistines. So I’m saying it here: if I ever say in seriousness that I have found a great new lifehack, please shoot me. There’s nothing left worth saving.
People are always telling me I look a lot like Las Vegas. Here is a brief guide to help people tell us apart.