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Foolish scientists
Last month, when I was reading a lot of science fiction writer Greg Egan (in between visits to V. in the hospital), I was getting caught up in his characters – and not always agreeably: as Egan has a lot of interest in ‘hard’ science, his people tend to disdain the humanities, religion, emotion, and…
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Inevitable
On TV, late: the episode of Sex and the City, fairly early on (season two), where Big threatens to move to Paris. Fights, unhappiness, chaos. Of course, having seen season six, with its lovely and surprisingly satisfying ending, we know that Carrie will finally end up with Big again – and we will even find…
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The Expert
Today I returned V.’s library books to the university library; chased by a student who wanted to chat, I just pulled away and said it was a difficult day. Difficult especially because one of our first-year students committed suicide last night; a sweet kid, one who had had problems with depression and anxiety, but who…
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Lose an hour
Normally I am annoyed to lose an hour in spring – and elated to gain one in the fall. It’s not just getting to sleep late (my schedule is such that usually I could do that anyway), but the larger association with how I manage my life – I’m kind of full of the White…
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Awake
Early, gray but with enough light to waken me. Among various work, and things not done, and a few things done: still a certain drift, this frequent anxiety that my inept use of my own time puts my life in the category of ‘unsuccessful, also ran, not quite sound.’ Not quite a failure, certainly not…
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Elsewhere
My apologies for this post: merely another whinge about wanting to be elsewhere. But first: where am I now? At home; the apartment is pleasant and, on the side away from the western winds that are bringing us a last dose of winter, relatively warm. Small patches of snow in the corners of my downstairs…
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Paul Attinello 