For my old job I used to travel to Europe. Sitting in a bar in Amsterdam, I often heard a style of electronica that really spoke to me. It was a popular house music there that everyone seemed to know, but no one would explain to a silly American. It was unlike anything I heard…
So one of the exhibits at Old Sturbridge Village is a building full of firearms and textiles. It is interesting to see the evolution of muskets and eventually rifles over the course of two centuries, but what I really found interesting was a few items in the textiles section of the building. There used to…
I love revision. My love for revision is inversely equivalent to my love for writing queries. When I get into a groove on revising, the words to “Tradition” from Fiddler on the Roof change to “Revision,” and I hear the chorus shouting it over and over in my head. I’m 1/3 of the way through…