The fields turn to puddles and straw, the pathways around campus are ruts of viscous mud, and there are buckets scattered about inside the buildings to catch the multitude of leaks that develop every rainstorm. I am studying hard, and I enjoy college. And I immediately love Next Generation, especially Captain Picard. He does not replace Spock in my heart, but he is admirable and intelligent and has a palpable integrity. I love Thoreau and Emerson and Picard and Spock.
Genre: Nonfiction
Mutant Love – Crisis
It was the Day Three of the Cuban Missile Crisis and we were living under a mushroom cloud. As the days grew shorter and prospects for peace darkened, my brother and I decided to throw our first party ever.
The Birth of a Grandmother
I have nothing meaningful to say about what happened after that. Giving birth is awful, a truly violent, hideously painful ordeal. Of course it all blows over when you see the little thing. But before that, it’s wicked.
Buddy Death
I was nine years old when I came across the dog. A life ending in the middle of the road. A car that never looked back. Who knew man’s best friend could produce a sound so unearthly?
Arctic Journal
The climate is probably the most complex system humans have ever tried to describe. I thought that it hadn’t yet been seriously tackled with an interdisciplinary approach, but it’s actually happening out here in the Beaufort Sea in this unique arctic laboratory.
Ode on a City Wall
I ran through a sprinkler park wedged into the middle of a block of rowhouses, walked up and down the Main, bought beads in a shop by the bus station, drank the best coffee I’d ever had and ate things I’d never tasted before – Chilean avocado sandwiches and heart of palm salads.