At a certain age you are allowed to complain about the styles of the youth. You are expected to. The kids just ignore it as the mutterings of the addled.

Mark Siggers

Its 9:40am and I have already finished my morning coffee.

Mark Siggers

"Is it a boy or a girl?" Lisa asks. "What do see here my little dear?" I ask Lisa, showing her the civet's under-carriage.

Mark Siggers

I get an e-mail from ChatGPT requesting that I take him on as a PhD student.

Mark Siggers

I get my broom technique from my father, who used to spend hours of every day sweeping our kitchen. Eunjoo gets hers from her mother, who has no technique what-so-ever. In anything.

Mark Siggers

"People our age don't ever mean anything naughty," my wife says, once again killing what little tendrils of hope I manage to send through the crust of everyday life.

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"I do graph theory." I say, assuming by his question that he knows something about math. "Oh!" he sounds excited, "So you're a sports mathematician?"

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"Wow, you girls killed those cherries!" I yell. And why not yell? No one listens to me anyways. But I guess Lisa did this time.

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