Procrasticlean. verb: to tackle all of those longstanding cleaning chores, doing as much of them as possible in order to have an excuse to not do the most important thing one is supposed to be doing. I wonder if anyone else can relate… Never underestimate the power of getting stuff done while avoiding getting otherContinue reading “Procrasticlean”
For an 18 month period when I was 3-4 years old, my family went through some difficult times. These were set within a larger, traumatic backdrop that I won’t take time to explain here. Some of my snapshots are mere glimpses of the mundane, while others are more dramatic and memorable. At this point, myContinue reading “More snapshots in the brain, part 2”
When I was three, my family moved from a small farm town in the middle of nowhere to a large city several hundred miles away where my mother was born and raised. For a time, we lived in my maternal grandparents’ basement until my parents bought a house a few blocks down the street. HereContinue reading “More snapshots in the brain, part 1”
A decision has been made by my employer to reopen for in-person, on campus instruction in the Fall. There are important details about the plan that need to be fully understood when assessing it critically. However, communication about this decision has focused on how great it will be to be together again (in comparison toContinue reading “A critical view of returning to campus”
We have an annual membership to the Art Institute of Chicago but unfortunately, due to the pandemic, we haven’t been able to visit more than a couple of times. Below is a gallery of some favorites from a recent visit.
One of my favorite hymns of all time, one that carries many memories of times past and provides ongoing comfort as well. Written by Horatio G. Spafford in 1873. When peace like a river attendeth my way,when sorrows like sea billows roll;whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,“It is well, it is wellContinue reading “A favorite hymn”
My father and I were not particularly close, but one thing we had in common is an interest in technology and, in particular, photography. You might say I inherited these interests from him. What is noteworthy and a little strange, however, is that he and I never talked about it; it was not a sharedContinue reading “Inherited from my father”
There’s something about this painting that makes it my favorite one out of all of the paintings on display at the Art Institute of Chicago. Entitled “Houses of Parliament,” it is by the great Impressionist painter, Claude Monet. While less famous than his series of water lilies or haystacks, this work never fails to captureContinue reading “There’s something about this painting”