Category: Life

The third in a series about how we are built and the history of our corporeal selves. In relativity to my other medical dramas*, I don’t think I get actually (communicatively) sick any more than a regular person. I had some minor crud about two weeks ago, but mostly what takes me out of the [...]

The second in a series about how we are built and the history of our corporeal selves. Now let’s talk about damage. What broke, abraded, blew out, accordioned, suppurated, bulged on your corpus? What hurt? First, for all of the spills and inadvertent somersaulting I’ve done, I’ll start with: until February of this year, I’d [...]

The first in a series about how we are built and the history of our corporeal selves. I want to sit and reflect on your physical self. And then I want you to tell me what is weird about it. Not weird-the-shame-drives-me-to-drink but weird-isn’t-this-curious-and-interesting. I know you can do it. I’ll start: I can bend [...]

Aileen and Kes created a new human being at 4:30pm this Saturday (the 24th). Kea Evangeline was 7 lbs., 15 oz. and sprung forth easy as pie (“That was a lot easier than I expected.” — Aileen). Mr. Pencil and I got the pleasure of seeing Kea when she was less than an hour old [...]

Today is a big day for the four of us at Cloud Four (my company)! Jason (@grigs) is giving his presentation on “Going Fast on the Slow Mobile Web” at Web Visions ’08 but Cloud Four is only three of us today because Aileen …well, it might be time for baby Kea! Godspeed! Plus Voodoo [...]

I stumbled upon a long thread tonight in the LibraryThing discussion forums. It’s a topic in the “Political Conservatives” group. It kind of blew my mind–and not in the way you might think. The posts there are considerate, informed, well-executed and, in several cases, remarkably well-written. Perhaps it’s because it’s thread on a site about [...]

And so this evening I am stalking about in my own library, peering at things that have at some time stopped me in my tracks: my illuminated manuscript from 1450, my precious books, my feeble attempts at self-made literature, my late-adolescent yearnings. And then I realize: those misty fantasies of my late teens–now true. I [...]

I went to the doctor this morning in a glum mood because I knew things weren’t quite as good as they were a few weeks ago, internally. About a week ago, I started feeling kind of bad in my tubes and I figured that was taps for getting off of the prednisone. Indeed. What is [...]

Lyza.com in March, 2001. Lyza.com in February, 2002.