Starbucks Chiseled Collection as the mainstreaming of the New Aesthetic

It’s been a while since I last posted. I’ve been working on a bunch of projects, some articles are in the pipeline, a book chapter or two will be coming out in the next year, and just general academic librarian issues. I’m currently sitting at Starbucks, drinking what is possibly one of the sweetest drinks… Continue reading Starbucks Chiseled Collection as the mainstreaming of the New Aesthetic

Ready, Steady, Go: Ready Player One and the celebration of nostalgia

I just started reading Ready Player One by Ernest Cline and so far, I’m enjoying the possibilities in it. The book is organized into 2 levels with multiple chapters within each level. I’m currently still in Level 1, Chapter 5. Despite the setting of a near-future Earth, I don’t feel like it’s too sci-fi-y. In… Continue reading Ready, Steady, Go: Ready Player One and the celebration of nostalgia

Why I love practical math

During high school, I learned that I loved math. I loved that challenge of solving problems, of learning new techniques to solve older problems, learning about the quirks of the number systems and how to get around them. In my mind, math was about the challenge of solving problems through various means. My favorite part… Continue reading Why I love practical math

Connecting our ideas through physical hyper-links

There is a beauty to visualizing connections. I sometimes daydream and think of how things are connected and how they flow from one to the other. However, my daydreams have nothing on this book. This artist has created a book in which we can trace the connections between words and ideas through a physical thread.… Continue reading Connecting our ideas through physical hyper-links

No sense of place

I feel a little lost. Though I know physically where I am, I don’t know where I am in the sense of where I really belong. I love the Bay Area. Having lived here for three years, I’ve grown very fond of it’s people and its quirks. I love the many restaurants that dot the… Continue reading No sense of place