Let’s call the thoroughfare I live on Lemon Grove. There are two signs for it, one at each end of our block. Until very recently, one of the signs read, “Lemon Grove Avenue”. The other said, “Lemon Grove Street”. When someone asks for my address, I usually don’t say either. I just say I live […]
Miscellaneous
August 6-10, 2018 In a personal archaeology, your memories are the artifacts, writes Craig this week. And they are all rooted in place. Guest Melinda Wenner Moyer did us all a favour and brought together some of science writing’s greats to ask which of their stories we should read—and likely didn’t find the first time. […]
I pack four books and a magazine for a three-day trip. Then I buy more at the airport. I forget to pack a change of trousers. This will come back to bite me when I vomit on a boat. The first thing I do when I land is get hoodwinked by not one, but two […]
July 30 – August 3: Climate, sex, and death edition Everyone is getting nervous about the climate these days, or the weather, or the fires, or the droughts, or all the opaque but undeniable links that bind them. Emma is not so much nervous as she is furious. We’ve known about climate change – and […]
It’s July, and I’m sitting in a backyard in Flagstaff, Arizona, when I feel something wet hit my arm. It’s the first drop of rain that’s touched my skin in months, and the pleasure is exquisite. Not just the pleasure of water touching my moisture-starved body, but the sight of thunderclouds after weeks of uninterrupted […]
Walking: It’s always a good idea. For me, anyway. Please enjoy this post about walking from Sept 20, 2017. The other afternoon, at work, I suddenly got stuck thinking about a couple of things I’m worried about–and which I’m going to do, even though they make me want to hide under the covers. I expect […]
July 23 – 27, 2018 Oh my goodness gracious sakes alive and it’s Snark Week, LWON’s answer to the blithering obviousness of Shark Week, We bring you the creatures that are infinitely more likely to do you wrong. Erik warns you about the burrowing owl, a creature of a vast underground crime syndicate who decorates […]
Welcome to Snark Week 2018! There was one thing I was certain of: My toes were not polychaetes. They were not mollusks. They were not fish, nor were they squid. They were me. But there was one thing the giant petrel was equally certain of: My toes were meat. The seabird was approximately the […]
