COME TO MY READING A reading! Live and in person! Not just me, but Franciszka Voeltz, and AM O'Malley, and Lacy Davis as well! titled WHAT WE ARE AFRAID OF. We will read about the things that frighten us. In honor of the cold damp end part of the wet season, and mortality, and courage, … Continue reading IF YOU ARE IN THE PORTLAND AREA
The Polaroid Kidd- these photos melt my heart
Hello dear readers- sorry it's been forever since I posted. I've been working a heck of alot, building a thick nest of dollars to insulate me from the rough world, lake swimming, making huevos rancheros on my new two-burner campstove, tossing zucchini ends to the squirrels. The sky is clouded with smoke from forest-fires, the … Continue reading The Polaroid Kidd- these photos melt my heart
land of the midnite ice-cream binge
. . Debbie and I are making pemmican, which first requires making caribou jerky. So today I thawed some meat from a roadkill caribou I found in the road a while ago and cut it into thin slices and put it in this awesome dehydrator that Debbie found at a yardsale that someone made themselves, … Continue reading land of the midnite ice-cream binge
Today we ate a late lunch of re-heated pinto beans and set out, sleds in tow, to move spruce rounds from the edge of the oil road. There are two sleds, both black plastic, one large, one smaller. One holds five spruce rounds, stacked in a pyramid, tilting and tipping on the packed-snow inclines of … Continue reading woodsponies
I heart vigilantes who kill rapists. This guy is my hero.
This is the sort of petition I can get behind- raise your hand if you think the justice system is fucked, and wish that all those "shoot five random people and then themselves" americans would put that shit to good use. Reposted from a friend. --------------------------------------------------------------- Aaron was molested and severely psychologically abused by this … Continue reading I heart vigilantes who kill rapists. This guy is my hero.
The days are warmer now, nearly forty degrees! I hauled wood today in a t-shirt, sat for a moment in the sun on an old log. The snow is wetter, glowier, it shines like white glitter in the mornings. River says the birch trees look more alive but I haven’t noticed, I don’t know this … Continue reading for April
Little House in the Extensive Woods
We woke up early this morning in the little house in the extensive woods, at least early for us. Crack of nine a.m.! We had a pan of brownies to make, or rather River did, for Tod was coming from town with his chainsaw to “buck” some trees for us, pulled from the stacks of … Continue reading Little House in the Extensive Woods
The ogres and the woodpile, birch-bark, whitefish stew
The cabin where I am is whitewashed inside, not dark and low-roofed like the trapper cabins you see here and there in the woods, buried in snow drifts and hung with rusting, dull-edged tools. This cabin is a woodsmoke-white inside with a good window that faces the slough, four big panes rimmed with tinsel-frost in … Continue reading The ogres and the woodpile, birch-bark, whitefish stew
I found this on a friend's page (thanks, virginia!) and it pretty much sums up how I feel about how to have non-stupid relationships with other human beings on this planet, and also how to have any sort of chance at happiness in this life. The concept of Radical Honesty sounds almost too easy, like, … Continue reading radical honesty
Ode to RoHo
Today I rode my bike five thousand miles. And the front derailleur cable broke, just sort of stiffened and snapped, right at the shifter, and so the chain was stuck in the very easiest granny gear (and I ride a steadfast sort of steel-framed touring bike, which has a veritable rolodex of granny gears) and … Continue reading Ode to RoHo
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