Should I Open This Envelope?

An envelope, addressed by hand, was waiting for me in our mail box today. Judging by the return address, it contained Covid-19 antibody test results from a clinical lab affiliated with the University of Minnesota. I found myself wondering if I should even open the envelope. I try to be disciplined about this kind of… Continue reading Should I Open This Envelope?

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Out of Sight…

In early May, I rode my bicycle past a scene that’s etched in my memory. At that time, George Floyd was alive, but Covid-19 was already disproportionately affecting the poor and people of color. The scene was something I had never seen before: a line of people carrying possessions, appropriately socially distanced, waiting outside a… Continue reading Out of Sight…

Using Airline Service Trolleys to Organize LEGO Parts

When we mapped out the floor plan for our apartment, we included a closet just off the den for hobby materials and practical stuff. Two rolling carts would sit against a wall: one cart would hold boxes of my LEGO Technics and Mindstorms parts, the other would hold my partner’s Architectural LEGO bricks. I investigated… Continue reading Using Airline Service Trolleys to Organize LEGO Parts

Naked Desks

Stay-at-home orders have led to a boom in decluttering, closet organizing, and generally improving the home. We tend to get used to things being a little out of whack in our homes. With that thought in mind, I wandered around with a critical eye, trying to see things as if for the first time. I… Continue reading Naked Desks

Minneapolis Protest Street Art

The elderly white woman periodically topped up our wine glasses. When she decided we were sufficiently lubricated, she turned the conversation to race, specifically African Americans. “They need to get over it,” she announced, repeating with added vehemence, “Get over it.” That conversation has been reverberating in my head as I’ve been looking at street… Continue reading Minneapolis Protest Street Art

Framed Rectangles

This week I’ve been thinking about rectangles inside rectangles. It’s a comfortable enough notion, a place of safety when times are not normal.

Whiteboards

I grew up with dusty chalkboards in the 1950’s and 1960’s. My first memory of using a whiteboard was early in 1970 at an interview. I was handed a pen and asked to work through a problem on the board. I felt comfortable with this experience, and passed the interview. Throughout my job life, I’ve… Continue reading Whiteboards