Nov 272018
 

This post should have been called “Back to Mac.” I’m out of practice and making religious metaphors when I should be making them about System Preferences. 

Geez.

 Nov 27, 2018  Moments
Nov 212018
 
Is there a call for the vote?
 Nov 21, 2018  Moments
Nov 112018
 

A few years ago, I had my first-year research writing students work on the Martian rover missions for their end-of-semester projects. The assignment was a hit and listening to their presentations cemented my nostalgic, Johnny-5 style affection for Spirit and Opportunity.

This video is perfect.

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Oct 182018
 

The news hasn’t been talking about anything else for days and yesterday there were lines hundreds of people long as the government shops opened. The same lines (but different people) were still there at the end of the day.

The professional worriers chewed the skin off their own fingers weeks ago and were on the news again last night trying to chew on everybody else’s. I think things will be fine though.

Two different references kept bouncing through my head through it all. Neither is surprising or insightful as a reference, in the sense that me making them isn’t insightful or surprising. The two couldn’t be more different, but they’re both great and on topic, so voilà.

The first, Lana Del Ray’s “High by the Beach”:

The second, Kat Williams’s masterpiece of a comedy bit on weed:

 Oct 18, 2018  Moments
Oct 122018
 

The bugs are gone in the woods and there’s work to be done. So the Beav, me, his sister and her partner all went out to help his father saw two larch and one spruce into 16 foot 8×8 beams. Trees are heavy and it took all of us working levers longer than I’m tall to roll the trunks onto the mill one-by-one. It was good work though and, when we were done and the square beams were loaded onto the trailer, we were happy and felt we’d earned our dinner.

When this guy showed his face after the first cut on a larch trunk, I felt as if the forest spirits were real and we owed them a debt for the wood.

 Oct 12, 2018  Moments
Oct 122018
 

This spring my garden asked to become a pumpkin patch and I said “sure” because why not? Now months later, the skies are greying, the nights come earlier and earlier each day. It’s colder, frost has fallen more than once and the harvest is finally in.

Pumpkin Harvest
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Aug 122018
 

Last year when my Mom visited for Thanksgiving—Canadian Thanksgiving, in October, not the American holiday in November—we decorated my newly rebuilt porch with strange pumpkins and squash. I fetched a birch log from the wood pile, and we had a holiday arrangement that looked good enough to keep around for weeks rather than days.

After the first freeze though, everything sagged. So I went out, collected the soft fruit and tossed everything in the garden. Winter came. Then this spring, I went out to turn the soil and everything had broken apart and come to pieces. I saw seeds, but ignored them. They sprouted though, and I’ve kept them all, pushing them back off the peppers, tomatoes, broccoli and rhubarb, but otherwise giving them free rein to do what they’d like.

So now I have acorn squash, regular pumpkins, white pumpkins, very strangely shaped and bright red pumpkins. I have acorn squash, some kind of yellow squash I don’t recognize. Maybe more even. And they are growing everywhere, even on the fences, producing improbable fruit and it’s exciting and encouraging.

There’s wisdom in leaving things alone, letting them be.

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Jul 082018
 

The Templo de la Concepción in San Miguel de Allende is a dirty and battered little church nudged up against an old convent that’s been converted to an art school. The convent’s courtyard has comfortable chairs and avocado trees heavy with fruit.  We read there most of a morning. The church though is a dreary spot.

Or would be if not for the shade tree that stands just beyond the thick wooden doors. People gather beneath it when the sun beats down, and that tree, reaching up around them, rings with the divine.

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