Everything Interests Me.

Time Passes, As The Novelist Says. The Single Most Useful Trick Of Fiction For Our Repair And Refreshment: The Defeat Of Time. A Century Of Family Saga And A Ride Up An Escalator Can Take The Same Number Of Pages. Fiction Sets Any Conversion Rate, Then Changes It In A Syllable. The Narrator’s Mother Carries Her Child Up The Stairs And The Reader Follows, For Days. But World War I Passes In A Paragraph. I Needed 125 Pages To Get From Labor Day To Christmas Vacation. In Six More Words, Here’s Spring.

Science Is Not About Control. It Is About Cultivating A Perpetual Condition Of Wonder In The Face Of Something That Forever Grows One Step Richer And Subtler Than Our Latest Theory About It. It Is About Reverence, Not Mastery.

The Midwest Is Such A Tabula Rasa.

Out Of Grad School, I Worked As A Tech Writer For A While Before Going Into Computer Coding For A Living.

The Web: Yet Another Total Disorientation That Becomes Status Quo Without Anyone Realizing It.