It's my last week in Vienna. Five full days, and then I fly home. And as I get ready to go, my old antagonist rears its head: hitting the "hold" button. The temptation goes like this: I don't have much time left. It's going to be a big change. Why do work today, why make … Continue reading Pressing play
A couple days ago, in the middle of a business meeting, a client asked if I were "clever with a pencil," and I said "yes," which may possibly have established some expectations which I did not mean to establish. Somehow, the meeting ended with the client buying me some paper and pencils to sketch with, … Continue reading Spacial Relationships
I wrote 325 pages of a rough draft to a science fiction novel during my last year or so of University. About a hundred pages in, I realized that I hadn't decided if the world would still use cell phones 200 years into the future. I've come across similar challenges while working on building my fantasy … Continue reading We’re all basically telepathic
As often happens, I meant to blog about Prague as soon as I got back. But then I got busy, and after a few days so much had happened that it no longer felt like the most pressing topic. Which, funny enough, ties in quite well with the thing I wanted to blog about in … Continue reading Presence
Given my druthers, I'd only ever walk. Walking is by far the best mode of transportation, if enjoyment constitutes the primary ranking criteria. (Where time and distance are concerns, it has obvious limitations.) Trains make a close second, and among vehicular travel are clearly the most civilized way to see the world: plenty of space, … Continue reading On walking
I'd been thinking about making a trip to Prague, but deliberately not buying a ticket until yesterday, which is why I'm on a bus today, writing this post from my phone, which is only one of the firsts in this sentence. Prague is also a first, as is traveling in Europe by bus. I think … Continue reading Spontaneity
There is a bend in I-94, just past Zeeb, as I head out of Ann Arbor, going west. It marks the boundary of my territory—the area that I know best. I know that beyond Zeeb lies adventure. There's aways a landmark to border my territory. When I was younger, that border was a line of pine trees. They rose … Continue reading The fantastic familiar, as viewed from atop a hill.