I got married! That's the big news of the month.

People keep asking me what's changed post-wedding. I've lived with my now-wife for four years and we've been together for six, so the day-to-day is pretty much the same, but it is a state change in a way I'm still processing. It's a lot like turning a "big age" - most of the time I don't think about it, but every now and then I am reminded of it and go "huh, guess I'm that thing now." I am in a new category, one largely artificial except for any tax

I am probably not, on net, someone anyone should look to for productivity advice. However, I do think I have a halfway decent system going to meet the goals I have set for myself under the principle that I would rather get something done than nothing. As someone who struggles with the twin demons of executive dysfunction and perfectionism, this is maybe the single guiding principle of my life. Everything is in service of, to paraphrase Bourdain, outwitting the guy inside me who will give up before he's started. I spend a whole lot of time taking notes, tweaking the

I work at home, and if I wanted to, I could have a computer right by my bed, and I’d never have to leave it. But I use a typewriter, and afterward I mark up the pages with a pencil. Then I call up this woman named Carol out in Woodstock and say, “Are you still doing typing?” Sure she is, and her husband is trying to track bluebirds out there and not having much luck, and so we chitchat back and forth, and I say, “Okay, I’ll send you the pages.

Then I go down the steps

I do not know why it happens this way but this is how it usually goes: things are going okay, maybe even well. You give yourself a day or two because you've been working hard enough and everyone deserves a break every now and then. No one can be vigilant all the time. You even keep up with the little habits that are supposed to keep him away. Everyone tells you to go easier on yourself so why not give it a shot. So you don't even notice as the sky starts to get further away. A matter of days