It amplifies sound waves. Also, curiosity.

In researching my recent column on Altoids, those “curiously strong” mints in the nifty tin containers, I came across pictures of a miniature guitar amp housed in an Altoid tin, and learned that someone was selling kits to make them on Etsy.com. Naturally, I had to...

Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas

I wrote last week of a happy marriage by way of Edward Lear’s nonsense poem, “The Owl and the Pussy-cat,” with its Bong-Tree and runcible spoon. I’ve always been fond of nonsense poems, and the Victorian variety in particular, exemplified by Mr. Lear and...

A layman’s guide to the nonsense of marriage

Twenty years ago today, I was sitting on the balcony of the Morrison-Clark Historic Inn with my brand-new wife, watching Washington D.C.’s L-Street commuters hurtle to work. It was a splendid fall morning. We’d just polished off some delicious smoked...

When all is (very nearly) lost

There I was, working away on the new novel. It was a Tuesday just like any other Tuesday until, midway through a particularly thorny passage, a dark veil came down across my screen, accompanied by the words, “You need to restart your computer.” This was somewhat...

It clears the head and fires the imagination

I’ve recently been enjoying the effects of a tiny blue pill. No, not that tiny blue pill — although I will say that the results have been immediate and prodigious. The pills I’m talking about are oval; ribbed on one side; and available over the...

A treasure nine months in the making

Some of you may remember that last December marked a milestone in my life on St. Peter’s Church Road: my first successful deer hunt. And while it may have come thirty-five years late, by some reckoning, it was nevertheless as exciting — and troubling...