Book of the Dead

Occasionally, my father took me to the electronics factory where he worked (and co-owned with a couple business partners) on weekend, when I was about eight or ten. I hated it. I never told him, but my grumpy early morning was partly redeemed by the ferry ride. I enjoyed the cool sea breeze in an … Continue reading →

Lettre morte

Since I have just finished a 40-page draft, and taken care of some housekeeping issues, I felt like I had earned some rights to goof around. What makes me feel incredible stupid is that every chapter of my dissertation revolves around a rather self-evident, if not at all silly, idea, that is, it appears self-evident … Continue reading →