L comes before S in the alphabet. Post hoc, ergo propter hoc, Logan comes before Shannon.
I wanted to type mandible, but my mandible is not frozen, my right claw is. Mandible is just a really great sounding word. Mandible. Anyways, it's chilly again here in the northeast and I like it, I do, it's my favorite time, but it's difficult to type when one keeps one's house at a brisk … Continue reading Frozen Claw
The wind woke me up last night around 2am and then sneezing kept me up until around 4am. I realized around 3am the reason for the sneezing was that I'd forgotten to take my allergy meds. So I took them and a bonus Benadryl for good measure, and now I am awake and groggy and … Continue reading Is It a Metaphor?*
Last night I dreamt I worked at a place I stopped going to over a year ago. There was a problem I couldn't fix and a headset with a positionable mic that I could never quite get into a position in front of my mouth. I flipped the headset around and back again, but it … Continue reading Working Overtime
They say laughter is the best medicine, but what if it hurts to laugh? What if your whole body feels the blows as your gut wiggles and jiggles with every chuckle? When my abdomen was cut open, through skin and fat and muscle and then stitched back together, I finally realized how much I engage … Continue reading A Little Bit About Pain & Laughter & Smell
We spent the weekend away, with friends, talking about things that are important, and some things that are arguably less important. It felt nice to be surrounded by people who were equally disturbed by current events and who were also trying to appreciate the day for what it was. Sunny and mild, the leaves beginning … Continue reading Noticing the Details
My freshman dorm was cinder block tower with narrow metal windows that you could barely crank open. There was a matching building across the street. Someone said they were designed to make sure students wouldn't huck things, or themselves, out the window. Each double room had a little sink and two desks and two beds, … Continue reading Fear
Years ago, when I was dating a man I should not have been dating, for a variety of reasons I would eventually come to understand, his father and stepmother took us out to a fancy dinner in Cambridge, MA. It's a place called Harvest. It's nice but not too nice and it's good food and … Continue reading Rabbit Season
Trying to overcome a minor depressive episode feels a lot like trying to wrestle a queen sized futon mattress down a narrow staircase by myself. I know, logically, if I ask for help the task will be easier, but instead I grab the mattress and pull. Sometimes I get lodged in place, smashed against the … Continue reading Cascading Failure
Logan M. Shannon 