Closer to Theology than Geology: Toward a View of Language from the Cheap Seats (With apologies to Noam Chomsky, who did this much better, although with fewer jokes)

  A physicist, hoping to make a name for herself, is constrained by certain facts; she will not, for instance, use a model of gravity based on anything other than the equation F = G(m1m2/d2).  In physics, as in all the hard sciences, a body of knowledge exists, proven and verifiable by the scientific method, … Continue reading Closer to Theology than Geology: Toward a View of Language from the Cheap Seats (With apologies to Noam Chomsky, who did this much better, although with fewer jokes)

Leadership Lessons from a Mystical Clown

Over the past couple weeks, I’ve thought a lot about leadership, first in a series of meetings in New Orleans, and then because of some matters in Manchester. Over this time, I’ve gotten praise—some of it even deserved—for my leadership “style.” I use the quotation marks, because my “style” is being myself. Praising that is … Continue reading Leadership Lessons from a Mystical Clown

Gershwin’s Got It; Sarah Vaughn’s Got It; Tony Bennet’s Got It: I Got No Rhythm

Manchester, NH—I’m back from New Orleans, returned from the city where every bite is decadent and delicious to a city that has many perfectly good restaurants. When I go back to Pittsburg, I’ll be back on my gulag menu, so I’ve continued gorging myself while down south.  Also, I had joyful obligations while in Manchester, … Continue reading Gershwin’s Got It; Sarah Vaughn’s Got It; Tony Bennet’s Got It: I Got No Rhythm

“My Name is Keith and . . . I’m a Glutton”

New Orleans—I woke up this morning with a hangover. No, dear reader, I haven’t returned to drinking. This hangover came from food—good food (no, GREAT FOOD!) but way too much of it. I know it’s almost as boring to hear about what someone ate as to hear dream recollections or anecdotes about who they’ve slept … Continue reading “My Name is Keith and . . . I’m a Glutton”

Chess, Boxing, Numbers and Philosophy, Who Could Ask for Anything More?

Imagine a boxer, call him Marvelous Mark Roth, who weighs 125 pounds, placing him in the featherweight division.  Marvy, as his friends know him, trains incessantly, preparing himself in every way that he can, so that he can someday live out his dream and be a Golden Gloves champion. After years of training, Marvy finally … Continue reading Chess, Boxing, Numbers and Philosophy, Who Could Ask for Anything More?

Looking into, Not Looking through a Man: Life as an Invisible

When you see my face on this site or in person, it’s typically an open, nice-enough face. Oh, it may not have matinee-idol written all over it, but my face is not unpleasant or disturbing. In short, I like my face just fine. That face has been looked into with love, which is nice. That face … Continue reading Looking into, Not Looking through a Man: Life as an Invisible

No Friendly Direction But Down—Six Feet Down: A Larissa Update

(Readers may remember my friend, Larissa, a charming, intelligent, pretty alcoholic just coming into the home stretch of that fatal disease. For those of you who are new to the story, I’ve compiled earlier passages of The Larissa Saga and placed them at the end of this column. Enough details have been changed to make … Continue reading No Friendly Direction But Down—Six Feet Down: A Larissa Update