Little Free Library

•January 27, 2018 • Leave a Comment

I love the fractal nature of this building / associated free library. I immediately opened the doors of the library, hoping to see a small model of the library inside … no such luck. Emptiness is what was mostly in the library. That and a half dozen books. This reminded me that I’d been sent 2 boxes of books by Jeff VanderMeer with the assumption that I’d be using them to seen Little Free Libraries.

I’ll be updating this post as I spread some of those books around.

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12515 Venice Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 90066


Review: The Genius Plague by David Walton

•November 10, 2017 • Leave a Comment

I’m trying something new. Follow along as I write this review.

scratch/The Genius Plague


Carl Klotz

•October 12, 2017 • 1 Comment

20171008_121635My little brother, Carl, was born on October 12th, with multiple congenital heart defects. He had 5 open heart surgeries over the course of his life. He had a stroke at age 3, which led to epilepsy and other neurological issues. He was an amazing kid. I remember him throughout the year, but particularly in September (when he died) and in October because of his birthday. Also, whenever I get the flu shot. We get the flu shot to offer one more layer of protection for people like my brother who could easily have died from the flu.

This Sunday the flowers at my church were placed in memory of Carl. I brought them to my office after the service. I’d have taken them home, but I’m not sure how Fuller Cat would have reacted to them. As I was driving to the office I listened to the Moth Radio Hour. The final story was about a family that had twins. One of the twins only lived 6 days because of a congenital defect. They donated his body to science. A few years later they visited as a family the various labs whose research had benefited from their donation. I grabbed a copy of the book that tells this story in more detail, A Life Everlasting: The Extraordinary Story of One Boy’s Gift to Medical Science.

Happy Birthday Carl.

Review: Occupy Me by Tricia Sullivan

•June 10, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Sullivan wants to remind us to recycle. It’s a perfect message for the inflection point we live in where are children will either drown in the oceans of Venus or thank us for learning to live within our planet’s means. At first glance Occupy Me is patchwork genre novel. Just as it’s told in 1st, 2nd and 3rd person, it’s slightly near future, slightly a thriller and ever so slightly that special brand of hard science fiction that verges on the metaphysical.

We’re introduced to a doctor who seems to be a nice guy with a checkered and fairly complex past. He’s connected in various ways to an oil company that doesn’t seem any more nefarious than your average oil company. There also seem to be 2 versions of our doctor, which is initially quite odd.

Then we’re introduced to an angel, who is part of a benevolent resistance. A very strong angel who slowly becomes central to the entire mystery. This angel seems to be connected to everything and sees those connections as Love. People connected to the angel drive the story along.

When prehistoric beasts and messages from the future in crude oil all start to build into a fractal logic, the point of the whole story becomes clear.

Sullivan likes to tell stories in multiple layers like this. The mundane is often the framing story – people with relationships. Physical objects that behave as expected. Stories with a beginning a middle and an end. The other layer might read like cyberpunk or space opera, but it’s always the echo between the 2 (or more) that exponentially expand the power of the work.

In this case, we’re reminded that our current civilization is based on oil, which is literally burning the remains of our ancestors – sort of recycling. We build current structure by creating entropy from previous structure. And then we’re shown the same thing at the scale of the entire universe and reminded to backup our work before we step away from our devices.

Review: ODC boulders and bones

•April 16, 2016 • Leave a Comment

I am very unfamiliar with dance as an art form. This may be the first professional production I’ve seen live. I bought ticket for the April 15, 2016 ODC boulders and bones because I saw it listed in Zoë Keating’s newsletter. I was excited to experience her music in person. However, the best place to start my description is when her rig lost power and the dancers continued in silence.

I love theater. I love stories. Experiencing a performance stripped of words and explicit narrative forces you to embrace a new vocabulary. In dance, the simplest part of that vocabulary involves movements in sync with music. Take away the music and you can concentrate on other parts of the visual vocabulary.

The performance opened with a time lapse movie showing the creation of a sculpture by Andy Goldsworthy – the titular boulder installed in a stonework arch at the mouth of a tunnel to nowhere. For me, one of the clearest parallels between the movie and the dance was the section I experienced performed in silence. Silence is the wrong word. There was an organic percussion in every breath, every landing and every contact between dancers. Dust was introduced in billowing clouds as if from Goldsworthy’s stone work. It hung in place and got reshaped in response to their movements. When the dust cleared and the music returned. I strained to hear the percussion but it was artfully hidden behind Keating’s cello.

There was one dancer dressed differently than all the others. Her clothing changed in stages from white to red over the course of the performance. This was striking, but I’m not sure what it meant.

In general, the male dancers had one outfit and the female dancers had a distinctly different outfit. This seems obvious enough not to mention, except that it was deconstructed near the middle when the gendered costumes were evenly distributed, yet not according to the gender of the dancers. This was one of the less subtle examinations of gender roles in the performance. There were plenty of others including same gender pairings, women lifting men and the lead in a pair of dancers shifting.

The gender deconstruction leaned heavily on the interchangeability of each dancer but there were plenty of moments for the individuality of each dancer to shine, often showcased in front of the rest of the group, like a jazz solo. There were also plenty of moments when the unique dancer (the one dressed in white then red) blended with the rest of the dancers. That in particular captured the way that Goldsworthy’s sculpture, while strikingly distinctive, still managed to blend into its environment.

It was a joy to hear Keating live and experience how she dealt so gracefully with equipment failure. Her overlapping cello samples fit perfectly with the complex visual storytelling of the dancers. I’m still trying to wrap my mind around how the dancers communicated so much through the instruments of strength and beauty.

Blood Drive 4/7/2016

•March 12, 2016 • Leave a Comment


Thursday, April 7, 2016
10:00 AM to 2:00 PM
3200 Ocean Park Blvd
Santa Monica Training Room

This may be too close to my most recent donation, but I’ll try and amplify the signal a bit.

Reading at the Gym VIII: Scrum

•February 23, 2016 • Leave a Comment

[2016-02-22 6:40 PM] 60 minutes on the recumbent bike.

Reading about Scrum for work while also reading The Purpose Driven Life with a small group at Church has me thinking pretty deeply about the power of small groups. I think to the work groups I’ve been a part of on mission trips. I think about my officemates. I think about my family. Team as an abstract concept is powerful like Story. Those two powerful concepts can get entangled. Scrum uses stories as a core element of its framework. So many great stories are about a team.

One thought that I’ve had over and over as I read about Scrum is that I’d really like to read about the author’s failures. Not a problem that was solved by the creation of or use up a particular aspect of Scrum, but a case where he tried to use Scrum and it just didn’t work. The book is all about failing and viewing certain types of failure as success. But there’s a big difference between a failure fixed by the using the framework or a failure handled by the framework vs a failure OF the framework. Reading over and over, Scrum saved the day or They stopped using scrum and everything fell apart, actually makes me VERY anxious about applying the framework.