Ocean

The airport is expanding, the traffic is worsening, and there is the inevitable construction. [Come to think of it, this would describe Madi...

Early this morning, I call Krakow, Poland to confirm a hotel reservation. Finding a good room had been difficult (I want downtown. I want sq...

early I zip out the door, not wanting to be late for student appointments. I pause and look at the birds, assembled, huddled, social, connec...

Why am I foraging minutes now, like a squirrel, thinking ahead to the long winter? Why are my posts short, my stories inconsequential, my in...

Teach, grade, read, respond to emails, write exams. My days. But when I take just a minute to drive into the countryside once the night has ...

I am not even going to try to put a label to this day. Work. Much of it against the backdrop of a splendidly cold day. Until finally, as the...

Four pictures from a day of many vignettes. Just four. Signs of ice along the bike path to the (indoor) farmers market; a girl watching a mi...

Hey friend, I know you’re coming up from Chicago tomorrow (Friday), but did you know there is a snowstorm in the forecast? No, really? …So y...

Last night, a bunch of us sat around a table describing to an outsider what it was like to live in Madison. Said outsider was contemplating ...

Only today, the weather turned worse. Maybe wheedling out a smile... ...in the course of a walk through icy windy wetness is a so-what kind ...

I walk home past blocks of student housing. The landlords have not cared to do anything aesthetically pleasing to these houses for years. Th...

There is the reality of the last week of November. Wet, dark, and inching forward with the burden of excessive work demands. Most of my non-...

Long ago, it was foreordained that on the Saturday after Thanksgiving, I would eat at Alinea . Hot potato, cold potato, black truffle, b...