As promised, here is the story of why my blog is now called Ion Lucidity. It was written by my good friend, Andrew Thomasson (although I wish I had written it. It's that good).
I don't even want to ruin this post by putting any more of my own words in. Here is his beautiful explanation for why my blog is titled Ion Lucidity.
The Creation Myths of Ion Lucidity
by Andrew Thomasson
All great and beautiful creations need stories about how they were birthed into the world. The sun rises, sets; the sky explodes into a million shades of blue and sunset; babies are born & begin to cry; ions become lucid. We all know this, deep in our hearts: it's human nature to want to explain the unexplainable, the mysterious, and the sublime.
And this blog is sublime. Here is its story.
Once upon a time, high up on Mount Olympus, hiding in one of Zeus's most special thunderbolts, lived a little ion.
Once upon a time, two teachers living on opposite coasts of a very large nation wanted to create a band--a band with a name that would inspire the proper amount of fear, trembling, and reverence on concert flyers.
Or this: once upon a time, a lie was told, but it contained an ion of truth.
Even better: once upon a time, a group of students--a nation and world of students, really-- needed a jolt of energy, a change of pace, a bringer of Zeusian-level light.
Once upon a time, a wise friend demanded self-confidence out of his partner-in-academia, partly in hopes that when he needed it, she would return the favor, the ion, the positive charge, and the light that came with it.
Once upon a time, there was a blog.
And once upon a time, before coffee, there was a typo.
I don't even want to ruin this post by putting any more of my own words in. Here is his beautiful explanation for why my blog is titled Ion Lucidity.
The Creation Myths of Ion Lucidity
by Andrew Thomasson
All great and beautiful creations need stories about how they were birthed into the world. The sun rises, sets; the sky explodes into a million shades of blue and sunset; babies are born & begin to cry; ions become lucid. We all know this, deep in our hearts: it's human nature to want to explain the unexplainable, the mysterious, and the sublime.
And this blog is sublime. Here is its story.
Once upon a time, high up on Mount Olympus, hiding in one of Zeus's most special thunderbolts, lived a little ion.
Once upon a time, two teachers living on opposite coasts of a very large nation wanted to create a band--a band with a name that would inspire the proper amount of fear, trembling, and reverence on concert flyers.
Or this: once upon a time, a lie was told, but it contained an ion of truth.
Even better: once upon a time, a group of students--a nation and world of students, really-- needed a jolt of energy, a change of pace, a bringer of Zeusian-level light.
Once upon a time, a wise friend demanded self-confidence out of his partner-in-academia, partly in hopes that when he needed it, she would return the favor, the ion, the positive charge, and the light that came with it.
Once upon a time, there was a blog.
And once upon a time, before coffee, there was a typo.
RSS Feed
