Category: OIAAT
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I Have Aged Waiting for a Text
I have a small confession to make, which is the only kind of confession I’m interested in. I sent a text to a group of friends asking where we should eat, and then I sat at my desk and watched the screen the way people in old movies used to watch the door. Three of…
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On Getting Used to Things
People are forever telling you to stop and smell the flowers, which is a lovely instruction and, I have come to believe, a slightly dishonest one. Because the trouble is not that you don’t stop. The trouble is that if you stop every day, at the same flowers, on the same walk, with the same…
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The Island We Keep Returning To
I’ve always had a soft spot for people who get stranded in inconvenient places. Not in real life, obviously. In real life I prefer water filtered, food refrigerated, and problems solvable with a phone call. I have, on at least one recent occasion, canceled a perfectly good flight because there was a faint and statistically…
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The Tree That Refused to Behave Like a Tree
There is a particular kind of tree that refuses to behave like a tree. I want to be clear about this, because I think we all carry around a fairly reasonable mental image of what a tree is supposed to do. It is supposed to have a trunk. It is supposed to go up. It…
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Fluency, Interrupted
In September 1991, at the Ryder Cup on Kiawah Island, Bernhard Langer stood over a putt he had made thousands of times before and could not trust himself to make now. It was the sort of distance that professional golfers do not ordinarily regard as a problem. They have made putts like this so often…
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