Chasing ghosts because the rent was too high.
My Great-Aunt Lenore believes the Earth is crisscrossed with magical energy currents called Ley Lines. I believe in decent Wi-Fi and the scientific method. But she’s paying for the plane tickets, so for the next year, I’m traveling the world to touch rocks, sit in vortexes, and report back on the 'vibes.'
Welcome to my very expensive field trip.
The Bellevue Echo (Or: The Algorithm of Panic)
The Glitch in the Granite (Or: A Database Built with Blisters)
The Two-Hour Pulse (Or: My New Plastic Manager)
The Syntax of Butter (Or: How to Fail at Bakery Etiquette)
The Stone Clock (Or: Why You Can't Livestream the Stone Age)
The Space Between the Notes (Or: Why I Missed the Ferry)
The Shelter of the Stone (Or: A Storm, A Fiddle, and A Coaster)
The Blade and the Bird (Or: Why Valentine’s Day is for Argumentative Silence)
The Ferry at the End of the World
