An Artificial Certainty: Stanislaw Lem’s Hospital of the Transfiguration

Andrei Tarkovsky’s Solaris (1971), a sci-fi film full of slow poetry, led me to the author Stanislaw Lem, whose book inspired it. Since I only had the film to go by, I was expecting something similar to Tarkovsky, but Lem is a different experience. More like the feeling after reading The Metamorphosis a few times … Continue reading An Artificial Certainty: Stanislaw Lem’s Hospital of the Transfiguration

The Week That Was, or This Is He Who Smells

An overheard conversation between bath and bedtime: 6YO: “Ciao”…”Ciao” means…uh…”Ciao” means “hello” and “goodbye” in…in… Amy: Italian. 6YO: In Italian. 4YO: (clomps in on cast) ¡Hola, Big Dogs! Despite a nice plate of shrimp, peas, orzo, and fresh parmesan, our children decided to skip that and eat the lemons off the cutting board. One of … Continue reading The Week That Was, or This Is He Who Smells

The Week That Was, or I Wish the Shoe Fit

This week included speeding tickets, stomach viruses, the stinkiest, and ultimately most inedible, Brussels sprouts ever, and a white-knuckled trip to work in rain, standing water, and without streetlights, among other slight disasters. My just-turned-four-year-old got a special present of pull-ups for her birthday because of the stomach virus. Taking care of sick children did … Continue reading The Week That Was, or I Wish the Shoe Fit