Waking Hours
Cabins, Crickets, and Cyberpunk
Notes from a disconnected cabin vacation — birdwatching, woodland neighbors, and a spectacular introduction to William Gibson’s Neuromancer.
Waking Hours
Notes from a disconnected cabin vacation — birdwatching, woodland neighbors, and a spectacular introduction to William Gibson’s Neuromancer.
Waking Hours
Per Philip K. Dick, androids certainly seem to dream of electric sheep. But what about people? For the past few years, my sleep has been anything but restful — and seemingly dreamless. The few dreams I could remember were mere scraps, or simply ghosts. My wife has told me for years
Waking Hours
A sharp, personal reflection on financial privilege, the illusion of access, and the ceiling built long before any invitation arrives.
Waking Hours
I’ve been asking myself that question a lot lately. I’ve been in a bit of a funk, to be honest. I’ve spent most of my adult life in healthcare, and I’ve seen a lot in that time. Needless to say, I’ve seen some wonderful things,
Waking Hours
On audiobooks, winter nights, and rediscovering a lifelong love of stories.
Digital Dreams
This week, I muse on games, streaming, and people.
Digital Dreams
A reflective look at how gaming tastes evolve with age — from the chaos of Battlefield: Bad Company 2 to chill sessions in No Man’s Sky.