Occam’s Shaving Cream

And other joy-sparking nuggets

I have accumulated a bunch of false-start drafts over the last few weeks that all feel slightly joyless to me, and require injection of a dose of fun to be publishable by my standards. My standards have nothing to do with insight, quality, seriousness, six-sigma typo elimination, or exhibition of skill. My main “standard” as such is that if I didn’t hav…