L comes before S in the alphabet. Post hoc, ergo propter hoc, Logan comes before Shannon.
In the waning months and weeks and days of my last job, two of my co-workers and I would often stare at the clock at specific times of the day. We worked at a radio station so naturally there were clocks everywhere, the digital kind, the kind that are linked up to the atomic clock … Continue reading Time is a Construct
I met Bruce and Michael at their ceramics studio in Providence, which was also their home. Fresh out of grad school with no idea what I was doing with my life, I was still tagging along with artist friends who seemed to have a much better idea of what they were doing with their lives. … Continue reading Bruce’s Jade
There's a cottage on an island in a big lake in New Hampshire that Derek's family has owned for decades. It's pretty modest, a tiny little kitchen with one of those half-sized ovens, lots of windows, cramped bedrooms, and a big porch that spans the front of the house and looks out over the cove. … Continue reading Monterey Jack & The Case for Boredom
Last February, we had enough snow in our yard to build an igloo. There were a couple of failed attempts. We learned from our mistakes and tried again, on a blue bird day. It was hard work, scooping the snow into the mold, getting it to stick together while we continued spiraling upwards, the roof … Continue reading The Igloo
This started out as a regular old post, but then I decided to make it a Twitter thing. And then I thought it might be easier to see it here too. I am nothing if not indecisive. Also it looks terrible on my home page and don't know how to fix that problem, but maybe … Continue reading A Tweet Storm in Honor of National Donor Day
Logan M. Shannon 