Out Of Grad School, I

Maybe Happiness Is Like A Virus. Maybe It's One Of Those Bugs That Sits For A Long Time, So We Don't Even Know That We Are Infected.

Time Passes, As The Novelist Says. The Single Most Useful Trick Of Fiction For Our Repair And Refreshment: The Defeat Of Time. A Century Of Family Saga And A Ride Up An Escalator Can Take The Same Number Of Pages. Fiction Sets Any Conversion Rate, Then Changes It In A Syllable. The Narrator’s Mother Carries Her Child Up The Stairs And The Reader Follows, For Days. But World War I Passes In A Paragraph. I Needed 125 Pages To Get From Labor Day To Christmas Vacation. In Six More Words, Here’s Spring.

My Goal For Technology Has Always Been To Reach A Point Where The Technological Mediation Becomes Invisible.

I Don't Mind Arguing With Myself. It's When I Lose That It Bothers Me.

I Like To Travel And Connect.