If You Had Really Loved Something, Wouldn't

I Might Have Missed My Calling As An Editor. In The Spring, The Sight Of My Empty Garden Beds Gives Me The Horticultural Equivalent Of Writers' Block: So Much Space! So Many Plants To Choose Among, And Yet None Of Them Seem Quite Right!

I Heard A Computer Scientist The Other Day Refer To Playing With The Kinect As 'storytelling.' At First I Thought That Sounded A Little High-minded, But After Trying A Few Games I Could See What She Meant.

Writing About Someone Well Known Removes That Obligation Of Defending It As A Subject, But It Also Means That Some Of The Surprise And Freshness Is Already Gone. It's So Different - In Some Ways Much Harder For Me.

There Was A Time When I Kept Track Of It All; When My Mind Worked Like A Giant Lint Brush Being Swept Over The Fuzzy Surface Of Popular Culture. But These Days, Pop Culture Seems To Have Gotten Fuzzier And Fuzzier; Notoriety Comes And Goes In The Snap Of A Finger.

Knowledge Is A Beautiful Thing, But There Are A Few Things I Wish I Didn't Know.