Firstly, generic apologies for not posting for ninteen days. Sheesh. Blogs are funny things, much like gardens: ignore them for a few weeks and they’ve all gone to seed. Or spam, as it were. Anyway. Fall is in full swing in Seattle, and it’s the delicious part where days of pouring rain altrenate with days …
Category Archive: Musings
Aug 29
Pruning
I was out working in my garden yesterday, trying to get it semi-tidy before the autumn rains set in. I know it’s still August, but the chilly wind and low-angle sunlight made it feel like fall. (Fall and spring have always been my favorite seasons. Thus me moving out to the Pacific Northwest rather than …
Aug 21
You Always Hurt the Ones You Love
Or, some thoughts on time management. I am thinking about times in my life when I’ve worked my ass off. Times when I’ve been pulling ridiculously long days and (mostly) enjoying it. Most of those times involved one or more of the following: 1. college, 2. a theater production, and/or 3. a writing project with …
Jul 29
Why I’m mad at David Foster Wallace
To begin with, David Foster Wallace. I’m not his number one fan. I don’t dislike his work. I have a love-hate relationship with his writing in that I can’t decide if it’s tripe or genius; it flip-flops in my brain like one of those optical illusions where you’re seeing the old woman and the young …
May 08
On Feeling Rich
This past weekend I went with a buddy of mine, HJB, to Lopez Island in the San Juans. We hung out with a various farming friends who live on the island, ate delicious food, did very little activities in particular beyond helping to build a fence, and then came home. It was a very simple …
Apr 01
Summer vs Winter
Now that I am returned to the land of rain and pretentious coffee, I have a little more meditating to do about sunlight and seasons. The thing that blew my mind while I was in Arizona was something my best friend said: “Spring is like our summer here. Summer is basically winter.” At first I …
Mar 09
March.
March the only month that is also a verb, and frankly that’s what the month is feeling like, a march through the weeks, doing my best to just get through time. At the beginning of my work day, I am marching through to the end, waiting to go home so I can wait to feel …
Mar 07
Kitchen
The kitchen says so much about a household. It is a place of creation, a place of gathering, a place sacred to me in the house, and one of the hardest places in the house to share. You are what you eat, and what you eat and how are always on display in the kitchen, …
Feb 06
Badass.
Badass is a fascinating and problematic concept to me. Even the word itself makes no sense: someone who is badass is neither bad, nor an ass, nor so they have a substandard bottom. Exactly what other qualities they possess is up for significant debate. The dictionary (American Heritage) says badass is vulgar slang for “a …
Feb 03
Adolescent Passions, or, Things I am not so Sure About Anymore…
I picked up a book at the library the other day: A Season In Hell, by Arthur Rimbaud. I know little if nothing about Rimbaud. To be perfectly honest, I picked it up because of a line from a Gregory Corso poem (Marriage): What a husband I’d make! Yes, I should get married! So much …