Let me step away from my hippie blogging to let you know some wordy things:
Maureen F. McHugh (or MFM for all you long-timers and soon-to-be-disappointed googlers) has a blog. Austin Kleon links to her on his blog, because they are friends. MFM also knows Darby from the great site thumb drives and oven clocks. She was his teacher. I am so jealous. Also, the world is small.
Yesterday at work I was being very distracting to my boss by rambling on about my favorite authors. We talked about Mary Roach and I said that Stiff made me more interested in nonfiction, so she gave me a copy of The Knife Man by Wendy Moore, a book about John Hunter, "father of modern surgery." I cracked it right after leaving work to get some ramen and at the bar, gazing out onto boiling pots of broth and noodles, I delved into the abscess-filled world of Georgian England. So far, so good.