Feb 22

Where We Don’t Go From Here

“The Greek word for ‘return’ is nostos. Algos means ‘suffering.’ So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.” ― Milan Kundera, Ignorance

Curiously, despite its solemn and dramatic consequences, the Spanish Flu remains a relatively untold tale in American literature. Sure, we have scientific publications up the wazoo, along with copious journalistic accounts of the 20th century’s most infamous influenza pandemic. But most of the leading writers at the time did not address this public health catastrophe in their literary endeavors.

Our fiction libraries are not completely devoid of this historical disease. A handful of novelists…

Notes From the Edge of Post-Humanism

“People living alone get used to loneliness.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is The Night

“The famous pipe. How people reproached me for it! And yet, could you stuff my pipe? No, it’s just a representation, is it not? So if I had written on my picture ‘This is a pipe’, I’d have been lying!”
― René Magritte

About two decades ago, while working on the 25th floor of a Manhattan skyscraper in Rockefeller Center, I stopped in the hallway to chat with the new marketing assistant from California. …

Lyme Disease is an Epidemic…Without a Real Name

I almost didn’t graduate elementary school.

This wasn’t due to lack of academic prowess, nor a result of any behavioral missteps. In fact, top of my class, with straight A’s and gold stars on every report card, I was the ideal student: Quiet. Calm. Respectful. Attentive. Smart. Curious.

The reason I almost failed out of elementary school in 1989 was due to a microscopic pathogen. At the age of 10, halfway through Grade 5, I contracted mononucleosis (aka “mono”), seemingly out of nowhere. It knocked me out, and down, for months. …

Are We All Still California Dreamin’?

“I thought I was really changing my life when I went out to California. Of course, now it sort of feels like a dream. But at the time, it felt so real.”
— Pete Campbell, Mad Men

I’ve had one recurring dream over the last decade. The elevator pitch version goes like this:

I leave my lifelong East Coast existence, and I move to San Francisco. Usually, the reason for relocation is a work opportunity. On occasion, in classic Rom-Com style, I follow a guy. Regardless of its transitional origin, the dream always begins, and remains, in San Francisco. No…

iCan’tConcentrate

I checked my email every five minutes while I wrote this article. Even worse, I touched my phone every 30 seconds to see if I had a new message. When I reluctantly discovered zero notifications, I skipped over to Facebook. Mindlessly scrolling through my feed, I temporarily sidetracked into LinkedIn (What are my CEO friends posting about marketing automation, and do I care?), then to Twitter (What are my Facebook friends reiterating in only 280 characters?), and occasionally to my WordPress analytics (Has anyone from Senegal visited my website today?). When all of this failed to fulfill me, I texted…