Mar 28, 2016 | Uncategorized
—From EF— We moved into our Sebastopol house in February of 2000. We had a front yard that actually had grass in it, decorated by miscellaneous gopher extrusions, so when spring got drier and warmer we got an old push-mower and started doing the lawn thing. Not for...
Mar 20, 2016 | Uncategorized
—From EF— I have always been drawn to solo journeys, and in memory the luscious ones are no less memorable than the skin-of-teeth ones. In the decade before my childhood leash was unhooked and I went off to college, my soul was preserved by my silent woodland rambles...
Mar 13, 2016 | Uncategorized
—From EF— Rain. Poetry. Daughter. Rain. Ocean. Ribs. Rain. Herzog. Thompson. Rain. Many intense things this week. Half our front yard is moss, and it’s so happy to be soggy that it’s fluorescent. The blue of the ceanothus is strobing in counterpoint, and our...
Mar 6, 2016 | Uncategorized
—From the Fool— My brother really meant it. Last week I called him and he was upset because he’d got too rich and paid all his debts and didn’t have anything to be worried about. I thought I heard him say maybe he’d buy an elephant. He really meant it....
Feb 28, 2016 | Uncategorized
—From EF— I’ve just had an ecstatic honeymoon reunion with dirt. More to the point, the dirt in our garden. The last few months should normally have had spans of weeding, tilling, all the stuff that’s done during what passes for winter in NorCal. But there was Lear,...
Feb 21, 2016 | Uncategorized
—From EF— Ganglia are our friends. If you think of the nervous system as, say, the streets of the cities of Boston or London, the ganglia are roughly equivalent to roundabouts, hot spots where lots of traffic converges and manages to go off in ways that don’t...
Feb 16, 2016 | Uncategorized
—From EF— Soon after falling asleep last night I startled awake, realizing that I’d forgotten to turn down the damn thermostat. Last month’s gas bill had been a whopper; I could hear the rushing sound of the wall furnace and imagine PG&E snickering at me. Opening...
Feb 8, 2016 | Uncategorized
—From the Fool— My cousin Ernie is watching all the debates for President. He’s an Independent, he says, doesn’t like the whole party thing, although this time he says he’s leaning Republican. “They’ve got more candidates,” he says,...
Jan 31, 2016 | Uncategorized
—From the Fool— My cousin Roy sent me a poem. That was a pretty weird thing for Roy but I guess car thieves can read poems too. This was from an old guy we studied in school and I remember wondering if he was always an old guy or if he just turned out that way. It...
Jan 25, 2016 | Uncategorized
—From CB— The ocean is out there, and it terrifies me. It’s beautiful the way a shark or a storm cloud is beautiful — vast, elegant, multicolored, lethal, perfect in a way that’s indifferent to my personal welfare. Sometime, somewhere back in the years, I...
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