Epistemic Status: Seedling
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Week seven, then week ten. The middle stretch of lockdown had its own texture… a mix of small wins and a particular kind of low-grade exhaustion that’s hard to describe unless you were in it. Week seven was actually a good day. I’d been championing a data science role at work for a while, pushing…
Rain, Tables, and a Job Offer – Covid Part 4
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Not everything from lockdown was heavy. These are two moments I’d almost forgotten about until I went back through the diary. Both involve Isaac. Both involve questionable decisions on my part. Week four, a Saturday night. We’d been ducking invites to a video call the DJ crowd had been running since the whole thing started.…
Small Acts of Ridiculous – Covid Part 3
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I wrote this the day after Emily died. I haven’t changed it. Well life does have a way of pulling the rug from under you when things are going well… Emily lost her battle. Not to the cancer she beat twice. But to the numerous infections her newly transplanted Spanish immune system couldn’t fight off.…
Emily
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A post from a few years back, when work had me on trains most weeks. A couple of small observations from those journeys that have stayed with me. To say work had been busy would be an understatement. It seemed every week brought an opportunity to visit a different corner of the country. Which meant…
The Friendliness of Crowds