All the things I do instead of writing…
When you are young, you are replete with unearned pride in your novelty.It is the sound and fury of those who are seduced by ideas from Nietzsche, Kant and Rousseau. There is nothing at stake for them, so they can enjoy the nihilism and self indulgence of claiming that human nature is both free and... Continue Reading →
One of the best days of 2024 started at 5 am on Labor Day in New York. My flight had arrived at JFK at about 10pm the night before, but by the time the Uber got to 31st Street, it was nearly 1 am. I had decided I would be beating the jet lag by... Continue Reading →
Like most parents of small-ish children, I spend a lot of time reading fairy tales. I was reading my four year old a very short, slightly boring version of Cinderella, and my 9 year old snuggled in. He was quite aggrieved at the details being "wrong". In the version he reads, the coachman is crafted... Continue Reading →
Things are tough at the moment. I mean, who knew that a 7 year old digging in his Lego box all day would drive me to absolute distraction! Oh yes, and also the climbing wall is shut, and we can't go to Fontainebleau. I think I've covered all the important bases there. On the plus... Continue Reading →
As predicted, this blog has somewhat died a death. Its cousin, The Resting Writer , is where I actually write stuff. So here's an old account of my weekend in Los Angeles in Summer 2008. I was on a business trip that lasted about ten days, so I had a weekend in the middle. It... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 