Road in Dover, MA

If you had asked me a month ago what I imagined life would be like after graduating from college, I would have told you, “more annoying, but pretty much the same. Oh, and more pretty bike rides in the suburbs.”

And now, one month and a commencement ceremony–spent in the throes of a suspiciously virulent flu-like affliction–later, life has indeed become more annoying. And pretty much the same. I’ve started biking more, which is great, but have made up for it by sitting down more, indulging my addiction to reading articles on the Internet.

Let me try to tell a story of my recent life using only links to articles.

It started a few months ago with a review of Fallout 3, a computer game that is as richly narrated as Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, and about as depressing. This got me reading a book critic’s thoughts on whether games are an art form.

Since I have a sixth sense for exciting feature articles about games (but more because I had lunch with the author of this one), I sat on the edge of my seat for an international rivalry between protein-folding champions.

I’ve been working as a science writer, so I searched out good writing from veteran journalists in the field, including this feature / bashfest about evolutionary psychology from a well-known science editor at Newsweek.

Then I needed a break, so I read a short story about evolution, which is neither scientifically accurate nor relevant to my job.

Finally, I landed on a jackpot — an entire issue of Nature devoted to analyzing the field of journalism, including a comparison of science writers to priests. That’s where my productivity ended, and I started writing on my blog again.