Since the late 1990s, I’ve been in a bad relationship with DEN (Denver International Airport). I’m probably the only person who laments the loss of Stapleton to redevelopment, thinks it … Continue reading DEN, a wacky airport of misery
Pieces that tell a tale or express a creative vision.
It is hard to believe that I’ve been at Blackboard for six years. I feel like I just walked across the Midway at the University of Chicago for the first … Continue reading Six Years at Blackboard
This January I was looking around Dad’s garage and picking out pieces of history — garden tractors, benches, odd tools, etc. Each item I found held memories for me. Scrounging … Continue reading The Renault
Sensory perception and human memory are a curious things. We may see something and a memory nudges us to take action. We may hear something and our mind connects a … Continue reading Ham ‘n Egger
As a child, my parents took pictures with what I seem to recall was a 110 Instamatic and some kind of 35mm box camera. We never had a 1970’s Polaroid, … Continue reading Photography, a Process that Captures Memories
On July 14, 2014 at the Basilica of St. James, Jamestown, ND, I shared my thoughts about Dad with gathered family, friends and the community.
One of the things about moving from one place to another is that you rediscover some things just are not as simple as they once were — take transportation. In … Continue reading Driving Once Again
“First Day” is a true story about my first experience as a daily commuter on the Chicago, South Shore & South Bend Railroad on November 16, 1992. For nearly five years, I rode the South Shore 86 miles from South Bend, IN, to work at the University of Chicago.
In the mid-2000s, the idea of cyberinfrastructure was starting to take hold in the sciences and a number of people, myself included, started asking how we might be able to … Continue reading The engine that started Project Bamboo
As I sit here sipping a glass of 20-year-old Ramos Pinto and enjoying the sounds of a jazz trio, I can’t help but reflect on my musical life of almost … Continue reading For the love of music
A darkened bus slowly rolls along the dimly lit boulevard, eerie in nature but somehow not out of place. We make a New Orleans left around the neutral ground and … Continue reading Night in the Lower Ninth Ward, AK (After Katrina)
“Welcome to the Zoo” is a story based on a number of experiences I had during the nearly five years I spent riding the Chicago, South Shore & South Bend Railroad … Continue reading Welcome to the Zoo