Winter just fights to hold on, and does not go gently. Even a mild winter, like this one, with only the rarest of harsh, raw days, refuses to retire in favor of spring.

The ground is still hard and grey. Frozen from the year before. Life has not broken through, reasserting itself.

Even so, I rel...

A month ago, I set out to publish a blog post every single day of the month of February. In the beginning, I had no idea what would happen, how it would go, anything really…

I did assume that if I could develop the muscle memory of doing this everyday, that I would find it easier to sit down and e...

The news that Facebook and Instagram would be joining Twitter in charging for verification got me thinking about the state of social media and where it is going. The old business model for a social media platform was simple enough to understand:

1. Platform grows to have a large amount of users i...

Three too many cloves of garlic. That’s what it takes to get the apartment to smell of soup. I let it simmer over the lowest heat as I come and go randomly adding a vegetable here, some chicken there.

It thickens over time, as the broth becomes.

And I wash the rice, before I toast it in a bit of...

Gazing at the night sky, I try to let go of the shapes that I know. Dippers, and hunters, and heroes — bears, sisters, and swans.

I try to relax my focus and invite the night to shape itself.

Without the shapes, the stories can defy words. They are a tale of the moment that cannot be told, only...

So much is going on out there. Often, it is completely overwhelming these days. Too much. Too fast. Too intense. I honestly cannot keep up anymore.

Am I getting older? Sure. But, I don’t think that is why it can be too much to bear. I think the world is just too much right now. Too much to proce...

Cold Readings — you either love them or you hate them.

You have very little insight into the script. You don’t know how the scene is going to resolve, let alone the entire story. In a way, it can be scarier than improv because unlike improv there can be a wrong choice that you’ll need to go back a...

I have been avoiding writing about AI (Artificial Intelligence) and Machine Learning (ML) in audiobooks so far, but with the changes currently underway, not talking about it is no longer an option.

We’ve seen it happen in movies, so we have expected it to come to audiobooks for quite some time: de...

An unpleasant churning feeling — that is the feeling I am left with after spending time on social media recently. That feeling is getting worse, but I don’t think the social media content is getting any more challenging per se.

Maybe I have just reached my own personal level of maximum toxicity?

Often, I take a quiet hour or so out of my day, and walk a loop up and behind the campus or down to the Connecticut River and back home. And it can be amazing to do this in silence.

My body starts off arrhythmically stumbling out the door and dodging a few cars. but, relatively quickly a pattern s...

Things are definitely changing a bit faster than I expected. And, it is easiest to see these changes if I look as far outside my typical day-to-day tech usage as I can. Once I do, I find things like this Tom Scott video…

I am a bit older than Tom. And, I do remember everything that he mentions...

Because I have been keeping a journal electronically for so long, I standardized on plain text files. After all, just about everything can read plain text (txt) files.

At one of my first programming jobs, I was then required to use Vim, and once I got the hang of it, it became my prefered way to...

She’s asleep in the next room, just like the old days. My daughter is curled up in a pile of blankets while I type away as quietly as I can manage, hoping to not disturb her. She came out from Boston to check on me. A bit of a role reversal. But the help is welcome nonetheless.

It was often in the...

The hardest time of year in New England for me are the weeks before the weeks between winter and spring. Not quite time for mud season but with the depth of the winter cold definitely already passed. The ground still hard, the ice still frozen in layers — not really arctic ice cores, but as close as...

I may never know what I knew, or when I knew it.

In truth, I did have death on my mind. I don’t think this was a true morbidity of thought. It was more the presence of a passing made more immanent through a current presentation of fragility.

The phrase “death is in the air” does bear examinati...