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May 9th, 2011 Wake to the parched taste of a dry mouth. Rise to the scent of a half-cleaned kitchen. Continue with instant maple nut oatmeal, a pat of butter, some almonds, a banana and a glass of milk. Two percent. Jerry’s Farm, Mulino, OR. Coffee once. New Seasons Concordia Blend. French press. Toothpaste. Peppermint with baking [...] May 12th, 2010 I’m going to someplace not Portland this weekend. If you feel like following me, you might head east of Idaho, south of the Hudson Bay, north of Mali and west of Bhutan. However, if I were staying town, there are a number of things I might do: Check out what the Cascades Volcano Observatory has [...] May 1st, 2010 The day takes shape slowly. Getting out the door just happens. Once you do the bus is ten minutes late. Then so is the MAX, but you don’t mind. You’ve been quietly extricating yourself from time. You wait in the chill beneath an interstate, listening to teenagers gossip. Staring at the spikes lining [...] June 22nd, 2009 In the middle of the night I had it all figured out. In a journal rescued from stack of half-finished tomes, I penned thoughts about what I am doing here, free of school, free of work and ready to cast out on my own yet again. Writing with a sudden fervor, I [...] June 9th, 2009 New posts coming this week: – Posts on production and consumption versus conservation; – Environmental critiques of train travel; – The ultimate (if not particularly green) multi-modal vacation; – Dodger Stadium gets even less accessible; – Privacy, chatting and (in)visibility. To keep you sated, I’ve been meaning to post some of my photographs from my [...] March 31st, 2009 The thing about L.A. before you even land is the lights. Everywhere. Like a circuit board. Beneath or at least near each is a story, a life, a world. Only a glance and I’m reminded of that. It’s late, but I know the way it would look in the sunlight, the circuit boards stretching between [...] March 17th, 2009 Lately I’ve been thinking a tremendous amount about places I’ve been, places I am and places I may be going. As this week’s “Seen This Week” mentioned, since Friday I’ve been in Portland, Oregon. While here, I’ve had the opportunity to connect with a number of old friends, beloved members of my family and a [...] February 26th, 2009 For about a year I’ve had an inadvertent subscription to New York Magazine. Somehow it just started appearing in my mailbox. I kinda thought perhaps I had tried to subscribe to The New Yorker, made some ridiculous mistake, then forgotten about the episode. Strangely, none of my credit card or bank statements said anything about [...] February 14th, 2009 A few weeks ago I started typing on one of my dad’s old typewriters. The arms of each key on the Royal Arrow moved slowly, as if moving through molasses. My words tripped over themselves, caught in the machine’s throat. Dust dulled the dark gray casing of the machine. Another typewriter sat on a table [...] |
     
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