Since my original post on terminal eyewear dependency drew an unusual amount of sympathetic response, here’s an update. I am accustomed enough to corrective effects of the glasses that what bothers me now are the side effects. Most often this is light reflecting on the back side of the lens. One morning it took me a while to puzzle out Read More

I noticed recently that I hold my breath often. It seems to be subconscious punctuation–where I might have a dash, semicolon, or exclamation point if I were writing, when I am thinking I often catch my breath. When I have a trailing space, after completing one thought and considering where to go next, I hyperventilate. This mannerism does not strike Read More

I wore a red shirt with a starched collar to the family Christmas party. From my upbringing I got the disposition to regard nice clothes as the first step of fivolity toward decadence. I am not sure how much of that was deliberate principle versus circumstance and personal preference, but my mental point of reference is the conception of unstained, Read More

I use my cell phone for my morning alarm. It plays, with all the grandeur it can muster, “Leichte Kavallerie Overture.” To me it conjures the most famous Charge of the Light Brigade. Thus it is likely to remain my alarm for some time to come. The levels of irony, you see, make this an unassailable choice. For the tune Read More