I go to the pub, often, because I like going to the pub. Because I like Pilsner, and I like my bartenders, and I like reading my magazines, and I like these minutes of Me-ness. And, also, I like the game that one of my brewer pals and I play which involves being teenage boys [...]

When I wake up in the morning, feel that random pause inside my chest, I smile and feel for the skipped beat with the tips of my fingers. It is, indeed, palpable this morning, but there is nothing to do about that, so I climb out of bed and shower and dress and spill myself [...]

From an article in the New Yorker about a man who builds stoves:
“The optimist thinks the glass is half full. the pessimist thinks the glass is half empty. The engineer knows the truth: that the glass is twice as large as it should be for optimum utilization of resources.”

Sitting on the table, dressed in a hospital gown, I can feel the coldness of the room against my skin, which is already cold because it is winter and I have walked through the rain to the doctor’s office. So I curl my arms around my torso, massage the outer parts of my arms and [...]