Last week, I confessed to my colleagues some of my quirky passions, like radio dramas and Franco-Belgian comics. This week, driven by a compulsive need to outquirk myself, I am listening to a radio drama adaptation of a Franco-Belgian comic.

Just got a notification that today marks a whole year since I began journaling in Day One. I’ve really enjoyed it so far (even if I have a couple dozen incomplete entries right now that I need to go back and finish).

Every year, I hit a point where my productivity system feels constraining, so I give it up for a few days, only to feel like I no longer have any control over my time.

Sometimes, being a bike commuter means spending the first 30 minutes of your work day fixing a spring clasp on a pannier.

I don’t really understand how fraternities and sororities work, so whenever I hear about Greek life, I half-expect someone to follow up with a discussion of “Roman life”, where all the names are different even though everything else is the same.