A social demographer wrote awhile back a book called “Bowling Alone” that lamented the rise of Americans doing activities alone, like bowling, which once were intrinsically social. Like much what I write about, I never read that book, but I do empathize with the sympathy of bowling alone. I attend …
Last Sunday night, I marched down 14th St and Folsom to a music venue new to me, Slim’s, to see an early show. Ezra Furman is both a performer, once a resident of Massachusetts, and a band. I first discovered his music about five years ago when Greg dragged me …
The company I joined in January sells complex biochemical reagents (oligomers) required for CRISPr editing of genes in cells for academic and pharmaceutical research experiments. Trouble is, the company’s factory can’t make these reagents well. Yields hover around fifty percent (about half of the product is trashed) with wild, unexplained …
Friday night, party! Spinach came over for dinner. We ate ricotta ravioli, foraged salad from the back driveway, and split a bottle of champagne. At the evening came on, we wandered convivially down 14th St to a party at Oasis club, a venue I haven’t been to since the midterm …