Today both a tranquility and eagerness accompanied me as I waited in line to cast my vote. This odd mixture of emotions is usually reserved for moments of finality. Like when “the buck stops here” or before the nurse says, “The doctor will see you now.”
Photography, German, and Memories
Last week during a photo shoot at a Catholic church, I had an older gentleman come in for his portraits. He was an odd mixture of cheer and sobriety. It was as though joy came natural to him, but an overriding reservedness held it at bay.
Solve the Right Problem
I spent pretty much all of yesterday working on one little piece of code. Really that’s pretty good. I’ve spent as much as two weeks trying to figure out why my code wasn’t working. The funny thing is that the problem is usually not with the code I’m focusing on, but the code I ignore.
Work in Progress
I’m a binary guy. When I’m on, I’m on. When I’m off, I’m off. With regard to work, this means I don’t leave a project until it’s done. But with all the pieces I’m doing for my new art show next month, I switched up my process. Or should I say, I embraced having a process.
My Three Characters
Social media fads come and go. Rarely do they offer a chance for much reflection, but the “three fictional characters” trend got me thinking. Looking at my favorite stories about other people helps me understand my own.
What Look Fits My Blog?
A new blog is very much in flux. I’m not tied to anything at this point. My goal for my first month of blogging was to write. It didn’t matter what I wrote about. It didn’t matter how it looked. But I’m wondering how things should look around here.
On the Devil’s Love
Hatred is a powerful motivator. But one cannot bear an eternal grudge by hatred alone.
“Some Scholars”
After five years of proofing and editing textbooks and academic materials, I’ve yet to come across an author use the phrase “some scholars” in a positive sense.
Be in the World, Don’t Try to Change It
Being a mixture of philosopher, philologist, flâneur, and bullshit-caller, Nassim Nicholas Taleb is one of my favorite public intellectuals. Recently, he said something that got me thinking about one of my favorite insights about this world and its trade-offs.
Where My Words Live 