My Shortcomings as a Bridge Construction Worker The Dremel burned out. We heard it grind and gnash its gears in a manner that would’ve shamed the sound of fingernails on chalkboard, then sputter to a stop. The smoke alarm went off. Our robotics team president set down the dejected looking tool, pulled up his oh-so-fashionable safety glasses, and folded his arms as if to ask, “Well, what do we do now?” Theatrics aside, he and I only needed to...

My Shade of Cyan Just as we can learn about four-dimensional objects on a mathematical level yet are unable to tangibly grasp the nature of their existence, we must accept that there are aspects of our world that we haven’t yet experienced or understood. In the Gabriel García Márquez short story, "El ahogado más hermoso del mundo," a drowned man floats up to the shore of a poverty stricken village. First just a blemish on the...