The Polish countryside, on the way from Krakow to Prague. Post-Auschwitz, and the clouds mirrored my mood There’s a point at which you have so much to write about that the words logjam at your fingers. Instead of a veritable flood of prose you get…nothing. I’m at that point right now, a paralysis of choice. So…let’s start small. [...]
Never mess with The God of Adventure. I neatly sidestepped most of his tricks in the last month, but in the end, he won: I am not, repeat NOT, in India. Cue snickering from above. I've dreamed of visiting India for years but the timing was never quite right. This time, I was determined to go: My friend Pooja is [...]
The last time I dropped this storyboard panel* into a blogpost I was about to scoot down a Southwest Airlines ramp to see if anybody could save my leg. I'm once again getting on a plane, but for a happier reason: I'm going to watch a friend get married. In India. I'm the favorite chump of the God of Adventure, [...]
It's a beautiful Thanksgiving morning here in Glassland: The sky is blue blue blue, cloud wisps streaking past like they have someplace to be. The air is cold and clear and the turkey went in at 8:30. As planned. Mom's doing stuffing and pies, Suzi's family is making rolls and sides, Becky, who already sent her Thanksgiving good wishes, will [...]
I know LOOKS like a replay of the cat's breakfast... but trust me, it's delicious. I believe I may be the only human being on the planet who loves (adores, craves, dreams about) hominy casserole. But what's not to like? "I know you like it," Mom said, "But let me just say it's not one of my favorites. [...]
We've traveled to the coast but not as often as we'd like. Nathan romps with Grizz while I seek the best photo opps. King tides are coming, so we'll head back over soon. The great thing about not having blogged in months is that you have so much to write about. The lousy thing about not having blogged [...]
What can you do with a bong and two zip-ties? Repair a broken-down car in the middle of nowhere, that's what. Forget calling Nathan "The Resident Carpenter." After the zip-tie episode I'm now calling him "The Resident Genius." More about that later. Life is totally nuts right now. We've been getting ready for Nathan's Big Show--he's a headliner at [...]
The view from my balcony last weekend. I heard the breeze, a barred owl hooting, chickens in the distance (probably on the owl's dinner menu), and the sea. The kid sat on her mama's shoulders, tiny fists buried in the woman's long hair. She tugged gently on a lefthand lock and instantly, the woman turned 90 degrees down [...]
What DON'T you see in this picture? Tomatoes Woke up bright and early this morning, and went tomato-hunting. The heady, bursty scent of field-ripened tomatoes sends me to lycopene overload; five seconds later I'm making Pavlov's dogs look like dried-up, bored Long Island debutantes. Those overgassed spheres of cellulose masquerading as tomatoes in the store? Pffffffffft. They might [...]
The Camo Cleaver, commissioned for an outdoor chef. Resin and copper handle. Its mates will be for sale in the upcoming Portland Open Studios tour... A friend asked if I've stopped blogging entirely. "I used to read you with my morning coffee," she said, with a meaningful look, "It was a nice start to the day." "My coffee [...]
