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I’m about three points of chance from having become an ascetic. Instead I’m somewhat of a runner with a penchant for caffeine, reading, learning languages, and other wandering pursuits.

📍 Great Lakes Region

Speculative calendars

The end of the year always drains away. It feels as if Halloween is the plug that lets that bathwater of the calendar start to rush out in an unstoppable torrent of momentum and pressure. And then as soon as the new year hits, that momentum dissipates like the dew

The kitchen salon

This afternoon my brother-in-law stopped over for an unplanned visit. He had some spare time, works nearby, and wanted to come by and chew the fat a bit with us. All told we ended up chatting around the kitchen bar for almost two hours. It’s a small thing, maybe,

Beat down

I am exhausted. To use some newly acquired German, ich bin fix und fertig. The past few weeks of work have been unrelenting. There are plenty of occasions throughout the year where things are at a fever pitch at the office, but these past weeks have been particularly frustrating and

Through the looking glass

Through the looking glass I was gifted a pair of binoculars by my wife for my last birthday. It was one of those gifts that is partly serious and partly a joke. The serious aspect behind them is my fondness for star and bird gazing. Having binoculars for one with

Picking at the callous

David Brooks’s opinion piece “How to Stay Sane in Brutalizing Times” that ran in the Times this past Sunday really drew me in. I try not to fall too deeply into the sordid undertow of the news cycle and the emotions they are designed to impart, but there are

You have to do to teach

Like many others, I am sometimes prone to thinking less of myself than may be warranted. I was well sheltered for the first part of my life, and my personality was not one eager to test boundaries or wander far afield. Well-trod paths: that was and is still often my

Unsatisfactory responses

While returning from a youth ministry event last night, our foreign exchange student asked me about my personal beliefs. Being unaware that I am an atheist, she was curious to know why I never attend some kind of church service. I have absolutely no fear or shame associated with my

Echoes in the dark

With the fragmented nature of social media and the web in general these days, I can’t help but wonder for whom blogs really are for anymore.[1] I mean is this like the old-people’s Podcast now? Do people regularly tune in for posts? Shouldn’t we know for

The story of the four neighbors

We moved to our neighborhood a few years ago. It’s a new development, so everyone in this area is new to the space. We had never been overly neighborly in years past. We knew our neighbors, but mostly from a distance. We’d exchange friendly greetings, comment on the

Let’s bail . . .

We’ve maintained a years-long, offline conversation about social media and digital engagement, in which we’ve contemplated various tools for digital expressions and curation—ranging from personal blogs, RSS, and Twitter (and it’s clones)—as public goods. In recent months and weeks I find myself coalescing more and