I’m in my early 40s, have two boys and have been married for a little over 10 years. The four of us live on the north side of Chicago in a house that recently began its second century. I work in higher education.
Sometimes, I do public lectures and I’ve done a little teaching. I wrote an encyclopedia article on the PLO once, and a former job required my getting motion sick in Korea, Tanzania, Ecuador, and Turkey. People thought that job was cool, and I learned that cool has as much to do with who you work with as what you actually do. Also got sick in Jordan a few times, but that was during graduate school.
One day I realized I was a writer who never wrote anymore. I have strong opinions about a lot of things. A blog seems like a natural fit. I exploit conversations with strangers and the outlandish things people post on social media for my ideas. Given the nature of such things, I should be able to keep this going forever. I originally tried to do once a week, now I try to make it bi-weekly — but I have the aforementioned family, house, and actual job.
Honestly, whenever anyone asks me about the blog, I think of this song.
What, still not enough information to decide whether you should read my posts? Here’s a picture of the books I’m reading, mean to read, or have read that I haven’t yet removed from my dresser.
I’d be very grateful for your comments.