Wednesday was my grandmother's birthday. She would have been 81. Ten years ago she had her last birthday.

Yesterday was flag day and also the birthday of more than one person who has tried to ruin my life. It is always a funny day to me. And yes, a stupid holiday.

The cat. Is not doing well.

Atticus, also. He's coming back at the end of the month. I ( Read more... )

I miss this as a place to come to, but it became a lot of complaining. When I read back over a few months worth and it was a lot of negative static. Life is good. Complicated, devastating at times, but overall really, really good. I know some really good people, I love, I eat well, I usually sleep enough, my dog keeps me up and honest with the ( Read more... )

This post is for Sheri.

What to say? I heard BOC's Don't Fear the Reaper not once, but TWICE as I was tooling around in the rental car in Kansas. All the lakes were dry or almost there, they'd had 45 days of 100+ temperatures this summer, and the lakes were filled with blue green algae that kept killing pets. It's no brain-eating amoeba, but it ( Read more... )

Also I have been reminded again today of how I like Portland so much better than Seattle.

I think buildings excite me more than words do even. I mean, there's also trees. Sometimes I can be stopped in my tracks by the shape and form of a tree, fascinated at thinking about the different factors in genetics and environment, even the day to day, that went into the tree making the choices it made for growth and then the outcome ( Read more... )

Is it standard for old people to indicate each time they see you may be the last? Also, how do they feel about this? I don't generally sense the panic I would feel at having such a loose hold on the future. I don't mean any of us has a strong hold (or stronghold), but rather a vague sense that things will go on for a while. Of course I'm always ( Read more... )

Young man, his sex a star, has pride,
That sharp, unshadowed, surgeon’s light
By which heroes are turned inside
Out, their flamboyant guts put straight

Or lopped off.

(from "Songs of the Soldier")

So I've had kicking around in my head a post, or maybe the nascent stirrings of an essay I might like to write about Dunstan Thompson. I mean, if I were ( Read more... )

Yes, we have a soul. But it's made of lots of tiny robots.  -Giulio Giorelli


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Have started reading Autobiography of Red.

Am craving chicken strips.

Am trying to write something every day. And also walk. Double walk, the dog and then something else. If I can't get to the gym I can listen to the Savage Love podcast while I wander.

One of the last things I do before I go to bed is check out the local headlines. Why do I do this? I have no idea. It's just a habit. I love local news.

The headlining story tonight is one that really captures the spirit of this place:

Whatcom County woman overcomes cancer, creates gluten-free cracker company