I like yellow but I can't wear it.
I'm a recovering Cubs fan with an unfortunate relapse in fall 2015.
I read the New Yorker from back to front. I have never won the caption contest.
I write letters to the editor.
I spend a lot of time thinking about how we derive abstractions from particulars (oops, wrong section).
Calling customer service (I specialize in health insurance and United Airlines)
Swimming 50yds underwater
Directions (cardinal, not left/right)
I listened to Seveneves while I was moving found the long meditations on orbital mechanics just perfect for taping up boxes.
I find medical non-fiction--Atul Gawande, Oliver Sacks, Henry Marsh--weirdly beautiful.
Academically, I work on modernist poets: T.S. Eliot, Ezra Pound, Marianne Moore.
I spent the weekend after my PhD qualifying exam holed up in my apartment playing through Bioshock and drinking alcoholic ginger beer. I have not done either of those things again.
I shivered during the last episode of The Jinx.
And also during Parsifal.
And also when I first ate truffles.
I watch too much TV--good, bad, ugly. Black Mirror is pretty great. I'll watch Law and Order anytime it's on. Bridezillas is an indictment of everything, including me.
I'm literally watching Making a Murderer as I fill this out.
Peep Show is comfort food.
I think Speed is a perfect film.
Really good movie trailers, movie trailers that could be better, movie trailers I would design, etc.
The state of my novel.
The state of the academic job market.
Improving the performance of my dishwasher.