Wherein I return to the fold

Now that I’ve upgraded to WordPress 2.0 for the iPhone, I might as well use it to post something.
Today was devoted to the leaves. We seem to have about twice as many trees in our backyard as anyone else in the neighorhood. Because I’m such a softy, and don’t require my daughters to help me [...]

Wherein I lament the deaccessionary process

Why do I think that [with] every book that I throw/give away, I become a less interesting person?
As the Wife and I are both recovering academics, we have a lot of books between us. Since we’ve moved back to Indiana, a concerted effort has been made to cull the things that we really don’t want. [...]

Wherein I grasp at straws

One of the awful things about having that little calendar widget on my blog, is that everytime I look at it it shows me in vivid detail all of the days that I haven’t blogged, not even a little. Not even just posting an article I’ve read, adding “huh” or “hmm” or “meh”. Actually, those [...]

The standard deviation of hope

Light to moderate posting this week. It makes me feel guilty when I see that post calendar over to the right, and there are a string of unhighlighted days. It’s been quite a crazy week for reasons I can’t go into now, but will possibly post about sometime in the mid-to-long future. Everything’s OK, it’s [...]

Guilt by association

OK, in high school, the big musical theatre group (composed of juniors and seniors) put on a semi-staged production of Mozart’s The Magic Flute (auf Englisch, näturlich). The parts were divided in three: three Taminos, three Paminas, etc. and the arias were divided up similarly. I forget the aria I sang, as Tamino, but I [...]

Get on the bus, Gus/Get in the queue, Hugh

A couple of lives ago, when the Wife and I were first married, we lived in the Hyde Park neighborhood on the south side of Chicago (as opposed to Cincinnati, or New York State). We both worked downtown, and so took the IC Line (“51st/53rd. . . 55th/56th/57th. . . 59th St./University of Chicago” went [...]