Reflections from the Bell Curve
Wednesday, January 14, 2026
Requesting Input for Improving the Republic
Monday, January 12, 2026
Kryptonite and Spinach
Just to be sure we're all on the same page before beginning today's thought experiment: Kryptonite strips Superman of his power. Spinach helps Popeye surmount challenges. Ready?
Put aside the hyperbole. Avoid being overly literal. And remember: We all have at least one Superman-like superpower, something exceptional that has been in us from the start. If that premise strikes you as immodest, forgive me in advance, but stay engaged long enough to tell me about your kryptonite and your spinach. I'll go first, of course. Been at this blogging thing for almost fifteen years; I know the deal.
The kryptonite that can strip me of my energy - my superpower - is apathy. I realize I'm giving away too much by feeling low when people don't respond enthusiastically to my energy. Knowing that and dealing with it well in the moment continues to be a battle for me.
My spinach is the innate goodness I see in many people I meet. I'm not naive. Nor am I oblivious to cruelty, hate, and injustice. But I am able to surmount challenges easier knowing I'm bound to soon run across another kind and gracious person.
Please join me.
Thursday, January 8, 2026
Happy to Pay This Debt
"I felt dizzy again from aliveness. Flush with baffle and excitement, like the first person to touch snow."
Martyr! is a novel that deserves a reader's full attention. Kaveh Akbar's 2024 powerhouse has narrative momentum, inventive architecture, and prose that sings. Twenty-seven-year-old Cyrus Shams is a memorably flawed, thoroughly modern protagonist, one you will root for at the same time you're laughing at his frequently comic missteps. My sole regret connected to this recent reading experience has nothing to do with either this exemplary book or author.
Upon finishing a highly lauded, maddeningly discursive novel I'd started on the same day as Martyr!, it was clear that reading the two novels at the same time was a tactical error. My mistake was apparent from the moment my full attention turned to Akbar's tour-de-force. After reviewing the few notes I'd made to that point about Martyr!, I then re-read a few earlier key passages. Good decision. From that point, I was re-assured that I'd been in capable hands all along. Any previous doubts? Misplaced. I had quite simply bit off more than I could chew.
Though I don't plan to abandon my longstanding practice of sometimes reading more than one book at a time, I am re-considering my approach, effective immediately. If a dense or discursive book is using an undue amount of my mental bandwidth, I now plan to devote my energy to that book alone. I owe that to storytelling prose stylists as talented as Kaveh Akbar.
"They sat there ... each quietly measuring the texture of the silence, the history between them."
Monday, January 5, 2026
The Crab and the Prattler
"Uh-huh", "no kidding?", "really?", etc.
When did you most recently overhear an extended conversation wherein one of the two people involved repeatedly used some variation of those three polite responses? How long did it take before you began to wonder when the second person in this ostensible conversation was ever going to stop prattling?
Although sometimes perversely intrigued by the oblivious prattler in these situations, what fascinates me more is how creative the polite listeners can be. In my most recent experience, I lost count after about ten polite, non-committal responses. Aside from the three reliable chestnuts above, I also heard "wow", "you don't say", and - the one that really got my attention - "interesting". Crab that I am, I was most taken by that particular response probably because of how little I found mildly interesting in the jabberer's non-stop monologue. Churlish of me I know but there you have it.
In the thirty or so minutes I was privy to this interaction, the jabbering prattler didn't ask a single question of the listener. And that polite, creative, much-more-gracious-than-Pat person? Didn't seem to mind. This churlish crab will benefit a great deal more by remembering to emulate the grace of the listener vs. dwelling on the cluelessness of the prattler. Begin, again.
Saturday, January 3, 2026
Stop & Start, Continue: 2026
Today's post is the 13th iteration featuring the Stop-Start-Continue model as a new year begins. For an obvious reason, this one combines the stop and start components. If you decide to join me - as many of you have since 2012 - use any combination of the three components that works for you. The important piece is to make a commitment, public or otherwise, about something you plan to stop as this new year begins, and/or something else you plan to start, and/or something else that has worked for you that you plan to purposefully continue doing as 2026 unfolds.
In 2026, I plan to stop focusing as much in my daily journal on the past and instead to start looking forward and writing about the future. This intention for the new year became clear to me in part because of an insightful conversation on New Year's Eve with good friends. One of them said that keeping a journal had never appealed to her because she saw little value - for herself - in reviewing the past. The other - who, like me, keeps a daily journal - indicated her journal was purposefully future focused. The more I thought about what both of them had said, the stronger my intention to stop and start became.
In 2026, I plan to continue ramping up the number of open jazz jam sessions I attend. Though I disappoint myself frequently in these situations, I know there's no better way to improve as a musician than by performing in front of a live audience. And, for anyone who has doubts about using a stop-start-continue model to hold yourself accountable, I encourage you to read last year's post from this same series, directly below. Note the continue pledge therein.
Reflections from the Bell Curve: Stop - Start - Continue: 2025
Wish me luck and best of luck to anyone who joins me.
Thursday, January 1, 2026
Best of 2025
Monday, December 29, 2025
Gave Up on Giving Up Until ...
How often do you give up on a book you've started?
Perhaps unsurprisingly, my response to that question - asked of me recently by a new friend - is different today than it would have been if asked of me at earlier points in my reading life. How about you? Can you identify any discreet phases you've moved through as a reader when you were either more or less inclined to give up on books you'd started?
As a young adult, I routinely gave up on many books I'd started. But until I carefully considered how to answer my friend's question, I didn't fully realize how my impatience played a large part in that. Then, as I dug deeper, it became clear that much of my impatience was closely tied to immaturity as a reader and insecurity as a thinker. Well into my thirties, any book that regularly challenged me via references I didn't immediately comprehend was impatiently abandoned. Bottom line: If an author knew a lot of things I didn't, I gave up. Aside from insecurity, what could explain this?
Although not certain when this earlier-in-life reflex began to shift, I do recall a few things that I now equate with my growth as a reader and thinker. The first was a deepening respect for the views of John Leonard, a prominent NY Times book critic. Also, I started trusting the opinions of people who read more widely than me, like my sister. This led me to work harder at finishing things that I would have jettisoned a few years earlier. I can even remember the first book I returned to after giving up on it at least twice before - One Hundred Years of Solitude. Soon after finishing that and recognizing some of my other earlier surrenders were likely a mistake, I decided to give up on giving up if either a respected critic or a trusted reader told me a book was worth some effort. I've never regretted that decision and use the same reasoning to this day. But the full answer to my friend's question now has a third act caveat.
Early in 2010, I stopped working full time, began a book journal, joined my first-ever book club. A year later I started this blog, a decision accompanied by a commitment to become the best writer I could be in my remaining years. How to do that? Devote all my precious reading hours to the best possible prose. As a consequence, when I give up on a book I've started these days - which I now routinely do, again - it's no longer related to impatience, or its malignant first cousins, immaturity or insecurity. Clunky sentences, cliched metaphors, tired dialogue? Give up. Excessive exposition, unidimensional characters, cliff-hanging chapter endings? Move on. Verbs that don't caress, adjectives that add no value, adverbs run amok? Next. These days, even when a book comes my way via a respected critic or trusted reader, if the writing has nothing to teach me, I'm done.
How often do you give up on a book you've started?
