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.
Recently, I’ve come to love the idiom “put your money where your mouth is.” Basically, it means “do what you say you will,” but I like to think of it in terms of stated preference vs. revealed preference. If you aren’t familiar with those ideas, they basically mean “what you say you want” vs. “what … Continue reading The Extraordinary Heroism of Sir William Topaz McGonagall
One day, a few years ago, I got on Facebook and found out that someone I knew and cared about had died. We weren’t in close contact. She lived in a different country, and while I’d seen her a few months previously, we had barely spoken. There’s a small chance I might have seen her … Continue reading Keeping my friends close
I wrote a blog post on "finding yourself" recently, and I discovered an interesting word exercise. Think about this: When we define ourselves, we usually use a word construction that goes: “I” + present tense “to be” + noun. E.g.: I am a writer. I am an artist. I am a sister. I am an … Continue reading action and identity
A spider lives in my room. It spun a thread across an unexpected intersection of wall and door and floor, a single, long strand which I walked through the other day without noticing, and now it drifts in the breeze of my fan, one end anchored to my carpet, intermittently catching the light as it sways in and out of … Continue reading What I saw from the sun in my window