Wed, Feb 1, 2012
Everything old is new again
There oughta be a word, and I oughta be able to make it up.
Wed, Jan 25, 2012
Steal this column!
I admire the writer John Scalzi for several reasons, including his impressive body of work and the fact that he is the father of a 13-year-old girl.
Wed, Jan 18, 2012
A (snowy) blast from the past
When the average person ponders Greek philosophers, most of whom are now dead, we tend to skip over the really interesting ones and focus on the empiricists.
Wed, Jan 11, 2012
Digging into the disorder
Wallace Amos is an American success story by any measure. A child of a broken home, Wally dropped out of high school to join the Air Force, where he had a distinguished career.
Wed, Jan 4, 2012
Let’s resolve it
I entered 2012 the same way I left it, by which I mean wearing the same clothes. So no big deal.
Wed, Dec 28, 2011
Looking up, looking away and looking back at 2011
There’s something to be said for waiting in line, something that probably shouldn’t be printed in a family newspaper.
Wed, Dec 21, 2011
So this is Christmas
It was an easy climb, at least for a skinny teenager. One foot on a concrete fence, the other on a small shed. It was all in the legs, and in seconds I was on the roof.
Wed, Dec 14, 2011
Feeling the (actual) love
An old friend met me for coffee in Edmonds last Saturday, and as we stood on the sidewalk afterward in the drizzle, wrapping things up, I pointed out the Edmonds Bookstore just down the block.
Wed, Dec 7, 2011
The Love, Actually Project
A couple of times a year, I make tacos for myself. It could be more than a couple of times, since I’m thinking that saturated fat has an effect on my memory.
Wed, Nov 30, 2011
Catching some Zs this holiday season
There are people in this world who would not take kindly to your observation that they appear to be losing weight, but statistically speaking these are people you don’t know.
Wed, Nov 23, 2011
Old habits, new movies
According to AARP, an otherwise reputable organization, I am some sort of senior citizen. This is ridiculous, as loyal readers know. I’m barely past adolescence. I haven’t picked a major yet. I’m this close to moving back in with my parents. I eat CRAZY stuff.
Wed, Nov 16, 2011
The least of these
It was a dark and stormy night. In the distance, a dog was barking. Could have been a couple of dogs.
Wed, Nov 9, 2011
Generalizing generations
Thirty years ago, as three former U.S. Presidents – Gerald Ford, Jimmy Carter and Richard Nixon – gathered for a photograph, Sen. Robert Dole made an observation.
Wed, Nov 2, 2011
Facial hair and the secret lives of fruit flies
My daughter, at the age of 26, began graduate school this fall. I approve of this for several reasons, among them my general belief in higher education and my other general belief in things I don’t have to pay for.
Wed, Oct 26, 2011
Margin call at the movies
The sign was pretty clear, as far as signs go. Big. Bright. Flashing.
Wed, Oct 19, 2011
Dancing with the Future
I’m a skeptic when it comes to memories, mine in particular, having been burned a few times in this column. Meaning I’ve written about something that happened years ago, only to be corrected after publication by a person who shall remain nameless but has the initials My Mom.
Wed, Oct 12, 2011
A decade of no dents, just friends
There was a sense of irony in last week’s news, but that’s as far as I’m willing to go. “Irony” is a loaded term, policed as it is by word-usage authorities (i.e., anyone who likes to comment online), and as much fun as it is to annoy those people I want to be accurate.
Wed, Oct 5, 2011
The Once and Future Me
In this house, October rides in on syllabi, as if a strong September wind blew through an open window and scattered many, many pieces of white paper. I live with a college professor who spends all summer thinking about her fall classes and then most of an autumn weekend printing stuff out.
Wed, Sep 28, 2011
When autumn falls on a Friday
I’ve found myself thinking of Kurt Vonnegut’s calendar recently. The late Mr. Vonnegut, at various times and places throughout his long career, suggested that four seasons weren’t enough, that we needed to insert two more into our annual line-up. These would bracket winter, as I remember, and he called them Locking and Unlocking.
Wed, Sep 21, 2011
Living with ill-fitting genes
I see my father all the time. It’s been eight years since he passed away, and still I recognize him, on the street, in the store, walking by. Not so much in the mirror, but sometimes mirrors can be tricky.
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