Category Archives: Writing

“Life’s what you make of it,” she says, which was cliche when I was young eight hundred years ago. “And life is change. The only thing immortal is cancer.” Her tone shifts, into the dreamy music of the storyteller, “Once … Continue reading →

I am reading Cantor’s paper on the transfinite numbers, with the famed diagonal argument — reminiscent of my youth, because I first read that argument in Latin, either in my living youth or at a time when the memory of … Continue reading →

“Did you want to walk?” He nods, looking eager for the first time. Yes, in the moonlight, he can pass for mortal. “I’ll set the next batch,” and that’s a matter of a few minutes, and then she closes the … Continue reading →

She is making notations in a notebook, and then she pulls a glowing screen toward her, and through the glass I hear the tap of fingers pit-a-pat on the keys.  “I’m on deadline,” she says, “but I might be able … Continue reading →