Author: Will Cox
A Late Snow
Found these Galanthus (?) in the yard this afternoon, next to the stump of a tree that blew down last Spring. This is the first year I’ve seen them here.
Missing Conversations
The advantage of Twitter, Facebook, and their ilk is that you can see your readers, all two of them, and they might become interlocutors. While I like talking t...
Nitpicking Marvel’s Verisimilitude
My children and I enjoyed Disney’s WandaVision, particularly catching the references to other television shows and comics. We even laughed at their mistak...
Stay Home for Spring Break, You Idiots
I turned the news on briefly while I was making breakfast. That was a mistake. I was so excited to hear that people are making their usual plans to travel for S...
Oh the heavy burden of voracious reading
As the first to receive the library system’s first copy of Arkady Martine’s _A Desolation Called Peace_ (2021) 📚, I am duty-bound to read and return it quickly,...
Sunday
After a day out with the Scouts, listening and chatting while they helped with an Eagle project, I settled down around 15:30 to read in the sun as it traced an ...
Wallowing
I’m trying to enjoy Katherine May’s Wintering (2020) 📚 but I’m full instead of envy. I’ve carried that sin for years; it’s always close to the surface. Wh...
MacOS Storage Grumbles
I have nothing productive to add here, yet. But first, some precepts: A computer serves YOUR purposes, not the purposes of the vendor. The way an operating syst...
A Full Snow Moon
Rain was forecast. And snow fell overnight and softly falls this morning. The deer herd are up to their breakfast wandering each tree to tree, pine to pine for ...
Preparations for the Storm
Waffle mixing here soon. I think perhaps coffee may be in order. I started reading Love in the Western World (1940). Twenty pages in the author is introducing h...
The Cocktail Glasses are Too Big
Shows that pretend to be realistic should not require the suspension of disbelief. That is, they should pay attention to detail and accuracy. Of course, few the...
Each morning I wake up
Cricket, one of the cats, stands patiently next to my head. She’s purring quietly. I will notice her and remember she is /waiting/ for food. Luna, the oth...
Little Fictions
I’ve been reading a fair amount of space opera and political science fiction recently: The Expanse, Old Mans War, A Memory Called Empire, Too Like the Lig...