In which I propose that what we would have done is what was done, to see what we had done, and what we would have done. Continue reading →

I which I consider that the only one that has to play the game is the player. Continue reading →

In which I introduce you to a friend of mine, and hope that the two of you will get along. Continue reading →

In which I explore the notion that creativity is creation. Continue reading →

In which I realize that the terms don't mean what I think we all have thought them to mean, which is meaningful. Continue reading →

Taking a step back to explain why I'm discombobulated enough to consider discombobulating the entirety of existence, or perhaps just your experience of it. Continue reading →

In which I look over my shoulder to see what might be sitting there, helping me out (or hindering me). Continue reading →

In which I point out some things that seemed to have been true, but aren't any longer -- and never were. Continue reading →

In which I delight in the prospect that the peanut butter and chocolate just might have been destined to end up together. Continue reading →

In which I make a bold thesis statement, and then hope I didn't repeat myself. Continue reading →