How to tell a story

I’m not a storyteller, Stella, but I impersonate one and that is almost as good. Storytelling is an intimate art, practiced between people who know each other well, and I’ve known some great ones, a sculptor named Joe O’Connell and my great-uncle Lew Powell and the late Chet Atkins. Chet was a true storyteller. He …

Progress Report

From halfway through Dracula: Abraham Van Helsing is the biggest Mary Sue I’ve come across in recent literary memory.  Geez.  “You forget that I am a lawyer as well as a doctor.”  Yes, thank you, I wasn’t certain you were a Mary Sue when you shared a name with the author of the work you’re …

At long last

Well, I’ve done it: I’ve brought my concertina to the session.  And I could not have picked a better day; small, small, only three others there, and all the nicest of folks.  Two I know well, one I’ve just met.  And so, I played.  Not a tune, but a song, and it was lovely; I …

Brain Dump

I finally finished Silas Marner; pleasantly written, but thin.  Not much there there. I made great spanakopita this weekend, and biked, and hiked, and played frisbee.  I was productive, too—I achieved in 2 hours what would have likely taken me a day to a day and a half had I been in the office.  This …

Growing

In the past two weeks, our lab has gone from 10 to 17 people, including people who are here on a temporary basis, such as summer interns.  It’s kinda cool, but mostly a packing problem. Also, I have recently met someone name Attila.

Memorial Day Weekend

It was a pleasant one; the thing that has made it best for me, though, is probably the rain every evening, like right now, as it comes down outside, and I contemplate how much water, particularly moving water, is amazing.  (Who am I kidding?  Seeing friends and talking with random strangers was what made it …

Current reading

So, I’ve had the notion of reading Daniel Deronda by George Eliot in my head for a bit, but, failing to find it at the bookstore, picked up Silas Marner, also by George Eliot.  I’m proceeding apace through Silas Marner, and was intending to move on to Daniel Deronda, which my mother sent me in …

Too early to think.

I object to just posting a comic, particularly without some insight about it, but I really don’t have enough in my early-morning brain to say more than that this comic, while it’s simple, accurately captures my feelings on NDAs.  They’re quite silly.