Reverie Twenty-Seven: the foundry  My muse took a leave of
absence the last two days. I tried every trick I could think of
to coax out some verse, but it was like trying to shake tea out
of an empty pot. (Actually, a couple drafts came out; nothing
worth the time yet, though.) Maybe it’s the heat, or maybe I’m
overworking myself. Last night, I got in at 4:30 in the morning,
and I can assure you that despite the utterly unbelievable heat
we’re dealing with round these parts today, last night-becoming-
morning was gorgeous. Now I’m sitting in the cafe, sipping an
iced honey-nut latte, and it’s Tanabata, and the creative
centers of my brain are uncoiling a bit. Relax, let go, sing.
This week: “the foundry  We’re going to talk about physics a
little bit today. The problem I’ve had with science is that
while I find it endlessly fascinating (I’ve been talking about
the Higgs boson before it was a thing; yes, I am a particle
physics hipster), I lack the technical knowhow to actually be a
scientist or anything. I rea