Fragments: ’20 Week 12

So: this week, without embellishment or comment. Label me Otherwise Distracted. But still poking around and pecking the keys. — F1st ⬅︎Consider subscribing to Fragments, published whenever, unpredictably on a whim. Join 1570 other subscribers (it says. That can’t be…

Morning Pages 18 March 20

And even now, there are moments that seem pleasant, hopeful, when I am excited to complete something, to start some new thing. The world feels familiar. Comfortable. Briefly ordinary. But like waking from one dream into another, it washes over…

Why The F (Word)

Catcher in the Rye used it five times. If you find an old copy in a second-hand book store, chances are some 12 year old (now 80-ish) underlined every instance. Back then, the f-word was outrageous; shocking; and hidden. And…

Fragments: ’20 Week 11

So if I set up a kind of schedule and framework–say for every Thursday–maybe I’ll do a better job of posting at least once a week? Does it matter? Only that it might make me less the tree blogging in…

Web Crawl Thursday 27 Feb 2020

Just clustering a few bits here this morning, from the past few days’ world watching and trying to gain traction on my own inefficiencies and perplexities. As a biology watcher, I do follow with special interest the world-health event we…

Home and Hearth

Replenish as you deplete: that has been the Rule of the Woodpile since we moved to Goose Creek in 1999 and spent our first winter in Y2K. Until maybe eight years ago, this meant extraordinary measures involving me (and oftentimes…