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Unlabeled piece of chocolate cake in the office fridge.

as requested by the Intellectual House o’ Pancakes:
The workspace:

The toys on the bookshelf:

Sometimes I will come in and someone will have been unable to resist the temptation to play. It’s a give-away if Transformer is not reclining or if Acrocanthosaurus is not attacking Corvette.
Not pictured: The whiteboard

To someone in Cambridge:

Monday morning, you noticed that I’d locked up my bike on the street and left it with the taillight blinking madly. (You don’t know this, but the recitation of my parking mantra, “lights, locks, helmet, bottle” didn’t help me coz I don’t usually use the taillight in the morning, but the weather […]

About 12:30 I thought I’d take a picture of the season’s first snow:

Things carried on pretty much in this vein for a while, until about 90 minutes later I suddenly noticed a gap in the low clouds through which I could see blue sky and a puffy cumulus cloud.

Never seen anything quite like that before.

The arrival of the Strange Objects was preceded by a great deal of activity in the vicinity of the front closet. Lots of dusty-smelling things were extracted, and then returned. Many interesting noises: crinkles, scuffs, scrapes, resonant thumps, and so forth. I observed from what seemed a safe distance, i.e., the couch. I think we […]

My face is ever the battleground between my twin dislikes of facial hair and of shaving.