Remember that scene in The Martian when (spoiler alert!) NASA attempts to send a Mars probe loaded with food to keep Mark Watney from starving? In the movie, the probe ascends into the atmosphere and tension in Mission Control builds signaling to us, the audience, that something is going wrong. Then the probe blows up.
In the book, the reader learns more about what happens inside the probe: Continue reading
I thought about reading Aristotle’s Poetics because, in an advertisement for MasterClass, Aaron Sorkin says something to the effect of, “Aristotle’s Poetics should be every screenwriter’s Bible.” If Aaron Sorkin says Poetics is core to learning narrative, then it probably is. Continue reading
Roaches are common in Texas, but I wish they weren’t common in my house. It doesn’t help that I live in a 60’s rental with more little dark corners than a bat cave. It also does’t help that the bug man shows up with a gallon of chemicals and no bright ideas on where to apply it.
I woke up this morning and, inexplicably, remembered that I used to be a Jim Carroll fan.
In my humble opinion, it’s hard to fish with little kids. Unless your children are mellow and like to sit quietly. Continue reading
I love this image of Plebes at the Naval Academy. It’s by Pulitzer Prize winning photojournalist Lucian Perkins and titled – of all things – Taking Charge. I wish I knew more about what brought him to USNA to document plebes. There’s nothing like a few years between me and my military service to let me see it encapsulated like this with fresh eyes. I found the image here.
Composition is important in photography and one of my favorite aspects. I just re-watched The Matrix and came away with a whole new appreciation for the visual appeal of the movie. Here are some of my favorite shots:
After the moving service packed up my home, an Au Pair, a toddler, and two cats piled into my Subaru Outback. I waved goodbye to the Marine Corps and a little known Army base at 95th Street in Brooklyn, the Verrazano Bridge shrinking behind us, to finally join my husband in Cambridge, Massachusetts. He was getting his masters at MIT.
One year after plopping $2K to reserve my grad school seat (a seat I later deferred), I’ve decided not to get my MBA. I have many reasons for this, really.