For more than five years, I wrote a weekly opinion column for The Perry County Times and its affiliated papers in southcentral Pennsylvania. I saw this as a way to give something back to the rural community where we have a little farm called Pencil Creek, but the columns become an important part of my writing rhythm. In the world of novel-writing, where six months’ work can vanish in an instant and completion dates are reckoned in years, it’s not a bad thing to have a weekly deadline.

From time to time, when I wrote on a topic of regional or national interest, I published one of these pieces in a larger newspaper, but mostly they’re a reflection of my state of mind in any given week. Not to mention a launching-pad for my curiosity!

Here’s a complete archive of my Op-Eds. There are over 300 of them. Perhaps you’ll find one or two that agree with you…

 

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 spooky psychedelic late 60s sound." "Oh," she said....

A Big-time Whiff by Big Pharma

"Oh dear," the doctor said, studying the grid of hot itchy bumps on the back of my arm. He singled one out and poked it. "This little fellow, this is tree pollen. But this big guy here is the real culprit. Ragweed." I'd already told him I was allergic to ragweed, a...

This Bathtub Is No Place for a Child

It’s amazing the things you learn from a newspaper. A couple of weeks ago, in these very pages, I read about a worrisome rise in the abuse of two illegal drugs: bath salts and synthetic marijuana. Synthetic marijuana sounded pretty bad, but I was alarmed -- and...

Those Irritating Fact-y Things and Other Fossils

There’s nothing like the smell of a brand new hardcover, fresh from the printer: the bland acidity of pristine paper; the inky sharpness of the dustjacket; a subtle hint of glue. The hardcover in question this week is Horseshoe Crabs and Velvet Worms, a...

A Buzz Bomb in Peaceful Brookesylvania

In fine spring weather, and in the company of one or more of her human companions, Brooke, the basset hound, will mince daintily across the threshold of the French doors, traverse the wide purple Trex planks of the back porch, toenails clacking, and settle in the...

Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang, It Ain’t

I’ll admit to being one of those boys who dreamed of walking out the front door, strapping on a jetpack, and flying loop-the-loops over the neighborhood Or if not a jetpack, then perhaps a flying car, maybe a bubble-topped model like George Jetson’s; or,...

Blind, Exhilarating, Stale, Boring Justice

The man at the other end of the table closed his laptop and thrust it into its case. “Colossal waste of time,” he muttered. The rest of us looked up in amusement. We all felt it, too, but there were rules in the Quiet Room. One of them, apparently, was no...

Mr. Socrates, Meet the Internet

A few weeks ago, Harvard University and MIT announced a new joint venture called edX, an experiment in online learning that promises to throw open the gates of these elite institutions and make world-class educational content available -- for free -- to anyone who...

Making Bread, Facebook-Style

You know you’re living in modern times when the chatter at the bakery counter isn’t about weather, or politics, or even the high price of gasoline, but instead about Facebook’s I.P.O “I’m thinking of getting me some of that Facebook...

When Robots Do Their Happy Dance

Two years ago, in these pages, I wrote about an amazing feat of robotic engineering. It was the summer of Deepwater Horizon. We didn’t know the full extent of the spill at the time, which would eventually be tallied in millions of barrels of crude, but the...

Next Showtime: the Evening of December 10, 2117

An event like last week’s solar transit of Venus tends to make a splash in our neighborhood in Baltimore, which is about a mile up the road from the Space Telescope Science Institute (STSI), headquarters of the Hubble Space Telescope. On Tuesday, while...

Celebrating America’s First War of Choice

As tall ships and fireworks mark the bicentennial of the War of 1812, the conflict that gave Perry County its name by way of the naval hero Oliver Hazard Perry, it’s worth asking a simple question: Why don’t we remember that war very well? The War of 1812...

Walking the Thin Line between Disaster and Glory

Unlike my daughter, I’m not a huge fan of the circus, but one of the most thrilling live performances I’ve ever seen involved a family of seven, a wobbling human pyramid, and a high wire. This was in Sarasota, Florida, once the winter home of the Barnum...

How I Won the Congressional Medal of Honor

Last Thursday, with a media circus in full swing on its famous marble steps, the Supreme Court handed down a fascinating decision. And no, I’m not talking about the very sensible affirmation of the Affordable Health Care Act. I mean instead the repeal of the...

Summertime, and the Living Is Edgy

For the record, I am not proud of any of this. The scenario: a July parking lot; an oven of a car, the air conditioner blowing hot air in my face; a truly obnoxious driver. The “obnoxious driver,” in this case, is the jerk in the Volvo waiting for my...