Fiction

As a left-leaning white kid who grew up in what turned out to be a dying Southern city, going from a fully-integrated Montessori elementary school in a neighborhood named after the white flight it later suffered to an East Memphis middle school whose history includes a massive expansion of its boarding program for Little Rock families resisting integration in the 1960s, I’m exactly the type of person you’d expect to point to the premature end of Reconstruction with the Compromise of 1877 as the point at which it All Went Wrong. ...

In order to outline a more effective defense against Ausländer than the Masseneinwanderungsinitiative can provide, and with a deferential nod to Randall Munroe, I decided to do some back of the napkin estimates of what it would take to make Switzerland a literal island. tl;dr: it’s probably not worth it. ...

I started this blog, ostensibly, to write more, especially fiction. I’ve written quite a bit over the past five years, but most of it just falls apart on the page before I can finish editing it together, so very few people have seen any of it. There’s a story about a train, a story about a house, a story about a sniper and a waitress in a coffee shop in the north end of Chicago. Maybe, one of these days, I’ll finish one of these. But in the meantime, there’s this. ...