Try It, the Algorithm Says You’ll Like it

Nina and I were in the Rock ‘n’ Roll section of a used record store. (Yes, such places still exist.) “Papa,” she said, “What about the Doors?” “Hm,” I said. “Heavy emphasis on poetic lyrics. Surrealism. But with a...

Here’s One of Me, Sitting at My Desk

In my experience, writing and vacationing don’t mix. The point of a vacation is to leave your work behind. That’s hard to do if you carry your office around in your head. It’s not like you can trade in your work head for the vacation head in your...

A Quest to Be the Last Man Standing

Fifty years ago, when my grandparents built their dream house, they included a bonus room, a musty concrete shell under the porch, accessible only from the basement. When kids were around, they called it the “wine cellar,” but the adults knew it by its...

The Outsourcing of Our Deepest Accomplishments

This is a golden time for anyone interested in the mysteries of the deep. A new space race has broken out — in inner space this time, not outer. The goal is to be the first to the bottom of the Mariana Trench, a 1600 mile-long subduction zone off the coast of...

Salamander Fur and Other Wonder Products

This winter has been unusually mild, but it still proved fatal to our fifty-year-old oil burner in Baltimore. We knew its days were numbered, but we were hemming and hawing, endlessly crunching numbers as we tried to decide whether to switch from crazy-expensive,...

Nina Watanya Cicilla

On Monday, I had a preview of what it’s going to feel like the first time we give our little Nina the keys to a car. I handed her a loaded gun. In terms of teenage safety, a gun is a much better bet than a car. According to the most recent statistics from the...