“Those who know nothing of foreign languages know nothing of their own.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe In my third semester of Deutsch, I understand that the difficulty of learning a language increases logarithmically. It’s like the skill leveling in a MUD of old. 1x to level up once. 1,000,000,000x to level up ten times. I …
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Analyria
It’s funny to me, in my advanced age, how I would write so much poetry in my younger days, yet I never actually read any poetry. I still find myself unwilling and – if we’re being gracious – functionally unable to read poetry. It’s physically uncomfortable. Once I see verse on the page, my mind …
Vidi Non
I think I need to come to terms with the fact that I’m no longer a movie guy. Looking at my media server, there are 130 movies out of the entire collection that are unwatched after years, despite my best intentions. I’m never home long enough to watch anything longer than 30 minutes before passing …
Twenty-Five In Five-One-Two
Today marks the 25th anniversary of moving to Austin on July 28, 2000. Twenty-Five years. A quarter century. That thumbheaded kid who pulled into town on a bleary, humid Friday morning with a job and a carload of hope is still somehow here. But he’s not a hopeful kid anymore — he’s grizzled. The dotcom …
Dance Card
Life is what happens between phone calls. By logical extension, no phone calls, no life. Joking aside, I’m feeling a bit empty and solitary of late, leaving it to unstructured happenstance to cross paths with random acquaintances and not be alone for an hour or so. Fully-formed adults don’t do this, right? I should schedule …