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Sweeping motions

I protect my desire for organization. I never want to get too honest about it. But, life has a way. A couple of years ago, I saw something on Facebook to the effect of “a clean house is a sign of a wasted life.” “It just couldn’t be,” I thought. And, at the same time, […]

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Confessions of a metric-seeker

I have trouble imagining a vast and infinite world. Mark Aldrich asks in I, Toward a Metrics of Me: Am I my numbers? Am I my metrics of me? Everything in the world can be counted, and that number can be known and disclosed, but more often than not this one fact does not make […]