Is there a better feeling than your forearms after climbing?

It is quite the experience, eating an egg.

"Time is precious in relation to the engagements of the day; in relation to the frightful loss of the past, requiring to be redeemed; in relation to its brief duration and rapid flight; and in its probationary relation to the future. It has been said, “Time is money.” It is more. It is truth, wisdom, virtue, heaven! It is a capital in which men are ( Read more... )

I'm really loving writing letters right now. And I have a snazzy set of my family's old stationary. Help me use it. Send me your address if you want a letter at some point soon.

Devin

Finally, after 4 years, being Home begins to really feel strange. I come home, to find things always different. I miss events, like the frozen week that just happened, or holidays, birthdays, moves. I come back, and I feel like nothing has changed! But it has. That tree that I always used to run under, the one Dad and I said "It's Bad y'know" ( Read more... )

As November draws to a close, I realize that I cannot actually achieve my goal of 30 posts. Well...I COULD. But 8 posts of a couple sentences each seems to defeat the purpose. And that's what I'm celebrating here, with this effort - the purpose, the choice, the agency to effect change in my own life. The drive to make conscious decisions, to ( Read more... )

This may be the strangest topic I've ever chosen - Toilets as a symbol of culture. They contain so much of what I find repulsive, repugnant, ill-conceived, what have you. I'll start with the physical aspect: they are one of the most wasteful water items I can think of. 1.6 gallons per use? That's enough to hydrate one to two people for a whole ( Read more... )

I just finished the most miraculous book. I started it, assuming it might be some light-hearted French piece of modern lit, with precocious children and traditional roles. And to be honest, it was. It had all of that. But it had something more. It had this incisive understanding of modern sensibilities, a deep knowledge of both youth and age ( Read more... )

I'm sitting here, wondering why on earth I'm heading to Portland to see family, when I have two perfectly viable options for more enjoyable Thanksgiving meals with friends who might as well be family. It makes me wonder what the importance of this quite possibly overblown idea of Family even is any more. We don't need family to tend a farm. We ( Read more... )

So Slowly

So

Slowly

Time
Runs along.

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Family sits and
Waits, for the time we feel like
Family again.

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The night drones on. And the sun dips so low that it comes back out the bottom. And the moon becomes so deep in its cup of lonesome spirit that it lifts itself out of its dolor. A ballet sans-point all around us, us a ( Read more... )