John Scholvin

John Scholvin

still can’t fit a half-stack in the trunk

29 Jul 2020

turpentine

let the night air cool you off tilt your head back and try to cough It had to be fifty years old, the pine that had been felled earlier in the afternoon, and whose trunk was now stacked for pickup by the curb. It didn’t know it was dead yet. Th...
17 May 2020

slow-boiled ears

Friday I bought and downloaded the absolutely brilliant Reunions album by Jason Isbell & the 400 Unit. A few singles have been out for a while, and I’d been eagerly awaiting this first full listen for months. And about halfway through it,...
03 May 2020

may 3, 2004

This is a post from my ancient blog, orginially going up on this day in 2011, about the events on this day in 2004. It was a beautiful, warm, sunny spring morning in Chicago. Monday never felt so good. There was so much change in the air for us. My j...
29 Apr 2020

sudoku

The other day I did a curbside pickup of some lab glassware—as one does during pandemics—and the guy threw a Sudoku book in the box. He probably thought he was being nice, or maybe he just had a lot of stock and wanted to get it off his...
24 Apr 2020

more friday five

I’m starting with a picture of Arlee I took while we were walking earlier this week. Largely because it’s a cool picture, but also in no small part because I know that putting a picture at the top of the post means my banner headshot won&...
10 Apr 2020

friday five

sanity matrix Friday Five was a custom at a previous blogging locale where one would share five usually unrelated thoughts, none of which ever got developed much beyond a couple sentences or maybe a paragraph. Gonna give it a shot here. Like so m...
25 Mar 2020

vanity

I thought the right thing to do was to let him pull the new vanity up the stairs by yanking on the dolly, while I stayed below to push and steady from beneath. If something went wrong, I didn’t want him ten steps up and stuck between the 100-po...
15 Mar 2020

facebooked

Right up front: Neal Stephenson is my favorite author, and Cryptonomicon is my favorite book. Yet I remain objective about his body of work and its flaws, and in particular, I’m not afraid to call out that Fall; or, Dodge in Hell, his most rece...
10 Mar 2020

worry

Don’t tell me not to worry. Don’t tell me not to worry about my 79-year-old father with chronic lung disease. Don’t tell me not to worry about my kids missing a quarter (semester? more?) of classroom instruction. Don’t tell me...
29 Feb 2020

transition

(video clip) I couldn’t have known while watching it live that this bat drop, recorded at Strikes a few weeks ago, might have been the last one I’d see. Preparations for baseball tryouts next week had been proceeding apace for almost ten...