I spotted a picnic table in a Reykjavik park. Framed by low trees, it stood, sturdy and sunlit, off a lakefront pedestrian path. It would be so nice for a late spring picnic, I thought. With thermos tea and portable sandwiches. With someone special, romantically special or just life special.
As I wrote before, I resigned from my work two weeks ago and I don’t have a particular purpose. Except I do. Continue reading “No Purpose, Purpose”
The readers with whom I spoke recently in person know that I am planning to take a break from work soon. Haven’t told the work yet. This is the first time I am (gingerly) putting this in (somewhat) public writing.
I went to DC for work this week.
It was a short trip to the FDA. Continue reading “A (Short) Trip Report”
With this entry, the aspiring series that started with yesterday’s post becomes an actual series, in which I comment on what I was sad to miss in the (quite decent overall) BBC TV series “Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell”, compared to the wonderful original book.
This post today, apart from a fangirl rant, is also a commentary on what may be a fundamental difference between what’s captivating on screen vs. on paper and, I would posit, in life.
If you haven’t read the book, here is your minor spoiler alert. Continue reading “Grievance #2: the Greysteels”
Love letters understated 