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  • Could be published today
    NOTE: This was originally my preamble to my review of The Algebraist, but it went off the rails enough to be in blog territory. My patience for reading things that start a bit of a slog but pay off ‘in the end’ is high. I admire any artist or writer who in this day of… Read more: Could be published today
  • Habits of tyranny
    (Note: I wrote the bulk of this a month ago, when the murder of Alex Pretti was still fresh news. It’s been years since a month ago.) I’m not very disciplined even in whatever self-imposed ad-hoc ethical system I’ve imposed upon myself. I believe–intellectually–that good and evil are things that you do, not things that… Read more: Habits of tyranny
  • Scholarly pursuits
    Been a bit dead around here of late. I do have a science camp comic on the backburner that involves Labubu(s). I don’t know what the proper plural is and I’m sure if I asked the kids I have this afternoon their opinion they’d go with the English-speaker’s tendency to pluralize with ‘s’ if uncertain.… Read more: Scholarly pursuits
  • Auditory Madeleines: part whatever
    I’m becoming convinced there are certain songs I need to relegate to a certain period in my life. Or–only listen to them when I want to recall a certain period. I have heard The Eagles multiple times since childhood and the reaction I had in Okawachiyama was exceptionally strong given the contrast between rural Kyushu… Read more: Auditory Madeleines: part whatever
  • Time isn’t after us.
    Just like that bluebird Ten years and some change ago I was waking up to text messages from my mom and my best friend asking if I “was okay”, which was A Way to start a morning, to be sure. I do not have the texts saved but I can guess with some degree of… Read more: Time isn’t after us.

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