On Batholiths and Long-Distance Relationships
As my train wavered up the Peninsula to my temp-apartment in San Francisco, I was thinking about batholiths. I was thinking about Matthew, who is 809 miles away...
As my train wavered up the Peninsula to my temp-apartment in San Francisco, I was thinking about batholiths. I was thinking about Matthew, who is 809 miles away...
On Father’s Day I caught a ride from a friend to knock on doors for a friend’s campaign. Unfortunately, her car got a flat tire. What happened next ...
Like all proper geeks, Matthew and I think a good Saturday is spent in front of screens–together, in separate corners, with breaks to cook for each other ...