On the pain of learning from knowing nothing

How hard could it be? Is there a thought more infamous? More foolhardy? I should know better by now: I can't count how many times I've asked myself this rhetorical question and then been bludgeoned by the cold reality. And yet—and I'm not sure what this says about me—I keep having it, and keep getting … Continue reading On the pain of learning from knowing nothing

On the cheer of Christmas lights (and lights in general)

There's a hill not far from my house that looks down on our little watershed—when I drive down this hill, I get a decent glimpse of Ralston Valley. Most of the time, it doesn't feel like a valley: it feels like just another tract of Front Range suburbs, the same low-density suburbia that rolls across … Continue reading On the cheer of Christmas lights (and lights in general)