Good evening!

I have a strong propensity in me to begin this chapter very nonsensically, and I will not balk my fancy.

Laurence Sterne, The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman, Chapter 1.XXIII

2022

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A problem that I have: I like fiddling with web design and code more than I like writing. That's why the appearance of this website keeps changing while the words stay the same.

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We got our cat, Pinto, more than seven months ago now, and each day since then she has become lovelier and softer and more elegant and more delightful.

2021

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I have fallen lately into the habit, when I make some tea for myself or for Jocelyn, of afterward taking the just-steeped tea-bag in my hand and crushing it in my hand.

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Computers are annoying; there are, however, some ways in which they make our lives easier, which most of us who benefit from them take for granted.

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If one is singing Compline outdoors in the wintertime at night, it is a very wonderful thing if the air is completely tranquil, so that one's candle-flame hardly quavers, much less thinks of blowing out. I am very grateful on such occasions.

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Whenever I open a can of chickpeas, I find myself soon engrossed in removing their transparent skins, one by one …

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It makes me glad to hear pumpkin seeds pop as they toast in the oven.

2020

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As I was reading Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie, I came across a song that turned out to be a translation of Clamanda, from the Sacred Harp.

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Last night I woke up at 2:30 am and could not return to sleep. Eventually I lit a candle and finished reading my novel, Piranesi.

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I once dropped my semicolons between the boards of the front porch: I rescued them with a bent m-dash.

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Before the American city could be physically reconstructed to accommodate automobiles, its streets had to be socially reconstructed as places where cars belong.

Peter D. Norton, Fighting Traffic
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Yesterday evening we had friends over to our apartment for our weekly oomancy session. As I was sweeping the floor in anticipation of their arrival, I reflected upon the first time I tried my hand at oomancy.

2019

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This city is a strange place—so much of it is paved.

The trees here—it must be lonely for them, not being in a forest; stretching their roots out and finding soil compacted by cement, soil sparse of arboreal conversation.

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I have always been an ardent advocate for our undersung punctuation marks; the semicolon unquestionably counts among them.

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I want to buy this Oxford UP edition of the Book of Common Prayer; but maybe I only want to want it, not to have it.

2018

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I have a secret to-do list. Unfortunately, it’s easy for me to forget what is on it.

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I used to be able to make purple sparks shoot from my fingertips. I just had to snap my fingers at just the right angle, with just the right force, when the humidity was just right …

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The river sings, louder than the wind, unceasing roaring: ‘Eternal praise, eternal praise!’

2017

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As I was walking down Duncan street, I came across a tree that had a face; I was accosted by children; my life plans were interrogated.

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While skating at the Oval this afternoon with a few friends, I felt compelled to offer an explanation for why I was alternating smooth skating with bouts of stumbling.

2016

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I made a remark shortly after I came in the door—paraphrased from David Lebovitz (unfortunately I've lost the link)—about the state of the Parisian baguette: Emma is this moment recording it in her quote-book. I am flattered.