The fantastic familiar, as viewed from atop a hill.

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.

The Extraordinary Heroism of Sir William Topaz McGonagall

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

What I saw from the sun in my window

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