Different Puzzles

I’m working on one presentation for an international conference, another for a clergy conference, and I have to make a connection from St Louis to Tennessee — and I’m discovering that it’s a lot harder to book a flight from St Louis to Nashville than it is to put together a provocative essay on technology,…

lly Ballou Here….

Last night, we all were on our way to Elmo’s to celebrate John Utz’s having landed a job as a fifth-grade teacher at an exciting school, when we heard a snippet of Bob Elliott on the radio. Margaret and I were so captivated that we could hardly get out of the car when we arrived…

Dark Knight After

How come no one told me Sophia Hinshelwood was in the Batman movie? I was staring at her in the press conference scene, wondering why she looked so familiar — and not in an “I’ve seen her in another movie” way, but in an “I know that person” way. I asked Margaret who she was,…

Partway

We’ve unpacked some of our boxes, moved others around, gotten me a Duke ID card and an office key (I’m ensconced in the office of Richard Hays, for whom I’m subbing this year), and we’re still waiting for connectivity from our home. The stress levels are high, as this intermediate state touches different nerves from…

Danger in the Tropes

In Kenneth Turan’s review of Tropic Thunder, he refers to “the self-involvement of actors who say things like ‘I don’t read the script; the script reads me.’” That line stood out when I read the review, because when applied to grandiose film stars, it rings true — but I’ve frequently heard it cited approvingly (mutatis…

Because I Can

I’m drinking a cup of coffee that I ground and brewed in our kitchen. It’s not the greatest cup of coffee ever, but it sure feel good to be able to do it.

Anyone? Weinberger?

As we were extracting varied booty from the buried treasure of our cardboard box and packing tape collection, I encountered a box marked “Mugs and Utensils.” Since we haven’t yet located the electric kettle, I dared hope that this box might contain the vital necessity for making hot coffee (Pippa already recovered the French press…

Summer Statistics

Now that we’ve alit in Durham, we can look back at our summer travels. In conversation with Mark, it occurred to me to work out just how far we’ve come. Beginning somewhat arbitrarily with our departure from Princeton in early June, this is what we’ve done:   Princeton to Pittsburgh (memorial event for my Dad):…

Take Me Out

  Margaret arranged that I go to today’s Orioles game, in really terrific seats. Steve took Pippa and Brendan and Liam with us, and we got to watch the Rangers paste the home team by a disheartening margin. It was Senior Citizens Day, and the gate attendant thrust an Orioles minifan (battery powered) into my…

Lassie, Come Home!

The drive from Lawn Guyland to Baltimore was interrupted by a nasty traffic jam on the Jersey Pike, slowing us down considerably (we travelled about eleven miles in an hour of stop-and-go driving), but we travelled smoothly the rest of the way and pulled into Baltimore a while ago. We were cramped up from being…