I live a few miles from a rail line. Freight trains pass by on a very rugular basis, most often in the waning hours of the afternoon or early evening. I love hearing their whistle call out and the thrum of their wheels on the track. It’s soothing and

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

We recently played both One Night of the Werewolf and Story Cubes with some friends and it was the most fun I've had playing games in ages. I was thinking about why games like those can be so much more memorable than more intricate, more traditional board games.

Recently, mostly at random, I heard a recommendation for the If Books Could Kill podcast and it's excellent, and eye-opening. The basic premise is that they review books that were hugely successful but had some sort of toxic or misinformed idea that they introduced into mainstream consciousness. I

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,

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 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