Lunch All by Yourself

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Allow me to start with a confession: I don’t eat sushi and I am addicted to American cheese. I know, I know, American cheese isn’t even properly cheese. It’s cheese food, whatever that means.

Why does this matter? Because such small Continue reading


Max and Me in Minneapolis

Last week I was in Minneapolis  without a car. By necessity (I was on a pre-conference site visit) I stayed close to the convention center. Social interactions were scheduled and constrained by how far I could walk. Consequently my impressions are limited;  let’s call it drive-by-ethnography.

Minneapolis’ Nicollet Mall

A native New Yorker,  prone to regional chauvinism,  I’ve always enjoyed visiting the cities of the Midwest. When my first marriage was falling apart it was relatively easy for me to manufacture a meeting in Madison and flee the Continue reading