Somewhere on day three I started itching to get back after it. Nothing was wrong. That's the strange part. We'd eaten well and slept in and laid around and seen genuinely beautiful things, and I was lying there feeling lethargic and vaguely dissatisfied about something I couldn't point at. It took me a while to … Continue reading Day Three
We missed a kayak rental this morning because of something printed on a piece of paper in our room. It was there. That's the part I want to say first, because it would be easy to write this as a complaint and the complaint isn't honest. The information was in our stateroom, in a packet, … Continue reading Two-Thirds Down The Page
Friday I get on a plane, and for the first time in two and a half years I'm going somewhere with nothing to do. I want to be precise about that, because I've taken time off. Plenty of it. Days with family, weeks around the house. But those weeks still had a kitchen in them, … Continue reading What I’m Taking
My voice dropped when I was thirteen and it dropped all the way. There was a girl named Misty I'd met at camp. Louisiana, thick bayou accent, and we were friends — not dating, nothing like that, just a long-distance friend I thought was about the coolest person I knew. I called her house one … Continue reading A Grown Man On The Phone
This week I spent fifteen minutes finding a bug. Records were dropping out of a data pipeline somewhere between where they started and where they were supposed to land, and nobody could say where. Finding it meant tracing the path through somewhere between twelve and fifteen thousand lines of code. I could do that by … Continue reading Left Click Or Right Click
