String Revolution

I’ve been thinking recently about space. Not the vastness of the cosmos, but the considerably less vast section thereof that I call home. My living space.

Up there is a photo of my desk. As you can (kind of) see, it’s a large, handsome, antique desk, and it is, not to put too fine [...]

I don’t know many people well enough that I could ask permission to publish photos of their daughters’ underpants. Ailbhe is one of the few. It helps that she approves of my aims (revolution, sedition, subversion, etc.), and that we’ve known one another’s children since before they were born.

It probably also helps that [...]