A Congratulatory Anecdote for a Friend at Vassar, or A Discourse on Precarious Investments
When Lily and I ripped naan over a small and somewhat precarious table in Berkeley this weekend, I wondered whether you’d been thinking...
Now (If Only) You (Could) See Me
As we find ourselves at the beginning of yet another year, we must take some time to reflect upon the year we have just emerged from....
Pain, Perfection, and Cringe
The first snowfall in Cambridge brought in spun sugar flossing the bare trees, the Charles River calcifying into glass. We decided to be...
