Feb 182019
 

Last weekend we had the first sunny days in weeks (but it felt like months). So the Beav suggested we go walking on the river. Now, I know the ice is solid at this point. The snowmobiles are running up and down daily. But I lived in the heat too long as a child to be comfortable on frozen rivers and lakes and wasn’t keen on the idea.

Then he suggested we walk up a side creek he’d been wanting to canoe with his sister in the summer. This sounded less ominous: slower shallower water awaited if we broke through (which we wouldn’t and didn’t). This became our day.

Dec 282018
 
I’m moving slow enough to see
A robin standing on the shoulder
Beside the cars, head twisted so,
One eye staring up to the sun,
Another staring down to salt, 
grey dust and asphalt. Hit,
It stands, caught for a moment
On two legs—for just one moment— 

Then it falls on its side
Never to move again.
Dec 132018
 

November and December years ago, I was watching Deadwood and trying to find ways to express how incredible the script was to people who were put off by the profanity. I decided to post a series of quotes from the show in the days leading up to Christmas and to pattern them after the carol: “on the first day of Deadwood, Bullock said to me…” The series was a hit.

It was the early days of Facebook though and I posted the quotations there. Later when I’d moved off that platform, I copied the series as a single post on this blog. I never really liked the results, but I wanted to save the series somewhere.

Well this year, I’ve decided to unpack that post and run the series again. So starting tomorrow the quotations—with a couple updates to lines I didn’t love the first time around—will pop up, one per day, until Christmas morning.

Enjoy.

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.

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Nov 212018
 
Is there a call for the vote?
  •  November 21, 2018
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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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Nov 112018
 

Their
Is discord

In this play.

Between all
The characters.

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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:

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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.

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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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