Stories and Paintings
As a child, Fernando Chang showed an extraordinary aptitude for science. While other boys would be riding their bikes outside, Fernando would be dismantling his in the garage. When he showed the boys his reconstructed bicycle—now a model of the Milky Way's planetary orbits—they just scratched their heads. A week later (after developing a shampoo... Continue Reading →
Old John Burrow died last week. I remember when he arrived in our small town back in 1979, completely hairless and wearing a strange, one-piece outfit. The outfit looked like it was made of silk. Everybody said it was silk. It wasn't. I knew it wasn't. He spoke with an unusual accent, and kind of... Continue Reading →
My grandmother gave me this book for Christmas a few years ago. Inside the cover she wrote: Merry Christmas 2016. I look forward to trying one of your cakes! What puzzled me was not how she mistook a dystopian novel for a cookbook (the cover art on this edition was a man in a helmet... Continue Reading →
