Author: Will Cox
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...
Saturday, neither in the park nor the fourth of July
What will I make for breakfast this morning? I had a thought last night before bed, but I didn’t write it down and now don’t remember. I’m rea...
The White Rose
My family has the strange habit of buying books whenever possible, so sometime in 1984 or so I read the 1983 edition of The White Rose: Munich, 1942-1943 (1952)...
An Incomplete Analysis
Intersectionality seems a very big word for the idea that people cannot be reduced to a single component part and need to be treated as an approximation of a wh...
A Waterfall of Thoughts
Monday morning dawned with new snow. I woke up with a hangover and a house with 16% humidity, and began simmering water to add some back to the air, and drinkin...
The Urgent Tyrant
Watched last week’s episode of WandaVision (2021) with my kids last night. In it the acting director of S.W.O.R.D., impatiently bothering the work to determine ...
Parables of the Present
Started Octavia Butler’s Parable of the Sower (1993) 📚 this morning. Right away, I think: What do people think they will gain when society collapses? There̵...
Women, College, and Value
You know, for every dollar a man makesa woman makes 63 cents.Now, fifty years ago that was 62 cents.So, with that kind of luck, it’ll be the year 3,888bef...
Young Pioneer
The other day, No. 2 Son (now 13) wanted me to explain colonial imperialism and neo-colonialism, in the context of the American Revolution and with reference to...
Ars Electronica
Zoë Keating‘s cello loops and Imogen Heap‘s witchy gloves remind me that computers can also be playful extensions of human creativity, not just mach...
Unsolicited Solicitations
Do these politicians begging for money realize that their e-mails look and feel exactly like mail fraud?
Meanwhile on the other side of the world…
Perhaps my favorite element of working overnight with folks from India, now that we are all working from home, is the small audio intrusions from my co-workers’...
Fresh Ears
I’m reading Nietzsche at the moment, and put on Richard Strauss’s Also sprach Zarathustra (1896). No. 1 Son, who had not before heard any of it, except the firs...