Sanders is done molting

Sanders is done molting
Our hermit crab Sanders has finally emerged from his long slumber. He’s a new crab, literally, having molted and formed a new exoskeleton. It’s a cool process in a theory, and a very boring theory in practice: we had literally weeks of a pile of sand instead of a pet. Anyway, it’s late, and I’m ...

I’ve been reading on the train

There’s a fine art to reading and writing in public spaces. Nowhere is this truer than on a train. You must be able to concentrate even when the baby beside you is screaming. You need to block out the Yankees fans coming home from a win or loss. The jostling, the interruptions, the announcements—all of ...

Why I need Twitter?

Why I need Twitter?
Every once in awhile, though not often (yet), I feel the power of a microblog calling to me. Today, it was this: This cord was simply hanging down the middle of stairwell from four flights up. No idea why it was there and no one was around to explain it. (Sorry for the bad lighting)

to be continued…

to be continued...
This is Sanders, one of our hermit crabs. You might not recognize him because he’s buried under this mound of sand. That’s because Sanders is molting. This is both cool and boring. He’s been sitting in the sand for three weeks now, and we just have to wait for him to come out. We’ll see.

I swear I’ve missed you

It’s been a long second half of April, as can perhaps be supposed from the lack of activity around here. With my wife and roommate approaching finals week, the days have been filled with activity and, often, with stress. Still, I haven’t forgotten you, dear reader. (Aside: I do love the phrase “dear reader.” In ...