I reflected not long ago where I mentioned the patience you gain as a parent. I framed it as perhaps the only benefit in the hard slog that is early childhood of one’s kids. But there’s another: Self-forgiveness. It took me a while to see the distinction between self-forgiveness and its close cousin—making excuses. Both … Continue reading On forgiving myself
Author: T Coe
On the winds of Wyoming
Despite working for a design firm with an office in Wyoming and loving John McPhee, I’d forgotten this passage from his seminal Annals of the Former World: The most inclement stretch of [Interstate] 80 is east of Rawlins where it skirts the top of the Medicine Bows, where anemometers set on guardrails beside the highway … Continue reading On the winds of Wyoming
On 7 things from last week (10/2)
Fort Morgan. If the eastern half of my adopted state offers anything, it’s a stark contrast to the mountains. I had to drive out to Fort Morgan last week—and WOW is the land flat and the highway straight. Range anxiety. I had it—driving to Fort Morgan—for the first time in my life. Not fun! Baseboards. … Continue reading On 7 things from last week (10/2)
On doing stuff on NFL Sundays
I never noticed it when we lived in New York City, because there were just too many people living too many different kinds of lives. But out here in Colorado—where it’s a little more mono- and a lot less multi-cultural—I notice it: A lot of people disappear on Sundays in the fall. I offer that … Continue reading On doing stuff on NFL Sundays
On a better Tim
Okay, fine—I’ll join the chorus: The new mix of Tim—the perhaps appropriately unloved major label debut from The Replacement released waaaaaaaaay back before I was born—is phenomenal. I never doubted the original, by the way. I’ve read half a dozen critics reflecting on the new mix, and they all confess to some level of irritation … Continue reading On a better Tim
On knowing what I was thinking about
It’s perhaps an embarrassment—that even though I keep a regular journal and have done so for more than 5 years, I have scant record of what I was actually thinking about at the time. I don’t mean the big events of life—those I tracked in my journaling—but the sort of pedestrian wonderings that comprise so … Continue reading On knowing what I was thinking about
On typing with people watching
One joy of virtual meetings is that I get to type notes with no one watching. I am not a very good typist. My attempts at notes are pretty half-baked in the moment—not just typos but missed spaces and frac turd wordssoert ofli kethis. It’s not pleasant to look at. So, what sweet relief to … Continue reading On typing with people watching
On the joy of the anapest in reading The Cat in the Hat
To my bewilderment and delight, my toddler has of late been completely taken by the classic The Cat in the Hat. The book, if you’ve never had the pleasure, is extremely silly and also a complete roller coaster to read aloud. Some children’s books let the adults off easy—read them enough times and you can … Continue reading On the joy of the anapest in reading The Cat in the Hat
On owning ignorance without the smirk
I’m not sure anyone enjoys admitting ignorance. I say this after a day of doing it—having attempted the only formal videography of my life. (I refuse to count the silly videos made with friends in college.) It wasn’t supposed to be me behind the camera, fiddling with focus and adjusting the composition, but there I … Continue reading On owning ignorance without the smirk
On 7 things from last week (9/25/23)
Wake-up songs. The documentary Good Night Oppy is fine—but my family did steal something awesome from it: wake-up songs. Many mornings, apparently, when “waking up” the rovers, the team at NASA would play a “wake up song.” Is there anything better than blasting AC/DC or Fleetwood Mac at 6:45 in the morning? (No.) Venus. Loved … Continue reading On 7 things from last week (9/25/23)
Taylor Coe 