Category: Life & Miscellany
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Dig in.
We’re just about to set the table and raise our glasses. Wherever today finds you, and whatever is on your plate, have a warm and happy Thanksgiving!
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Snow day
Three inches of snow fell today while I had my morning cuppa. Since the region has possibly the world’s tiniest fleet of snow plows (Seattle has a grand total of twenty-seven; you can imagine what the handful Tacoma’s got), and none of them are out thus far—’round here, three inches is enough to cancel an…
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Get Handy
Maybe it’s the changing seasons. Or the fact that the farmers market runneth over with delicious autumn goodies. Or maybe we just wanted to talk about something that made us smile, for a change—because this time, for our tenth Dead Feminist broadside, Jessica and I have turned to a subject somewhat lighter of heart. From…
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Holdouts and harbingers
Somehow I’ve managed to tear myself away from the massive pile of drawings a couple of times in the past two weeks—once for a quick trip to the wonderful Olympia Farmers Market to pick up a few things. (Look, fractal geometry!) Okay, maybe “few” is stretching the truth a bit, since one of those items…
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Turning
I don’t need the calendar to tell me that fall has arrived. For one thing, the enormous garden spiders are back, guarding our house and reveling in the rain that’s come early this year. For another, when the sun finally came out, and the skies cleared, the air was suddenly crisper, thinner, fragile in its…
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Cancelled trips
Since I posted this drawing and some others this summer, people have been asking me what’s with the stamps in my sketchbook. I guess the short answer is that each one is a little piece of personal tradition. But you know I don’t really do short answers. The long one, then. I grew up in…
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Just peachy
Earlier this month, my best friend Elizabeth flew in for a visit. Each time she’s come to town I’ve taken her to see a different part of the state—and since we’re in the middle of fruit season, this time we headed for the Yakima Valley. At this time of year, the roadsides are piled high…
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Flock
I’ve been sitting on this post for months now—it’s just that after spending so much time hunched over this project, I needed some time off from even thinking about it. But now I’m ready to talk birds again. From left: Cedar Waxwing; Steller’s Jay; American Avocet; Purple Martin; Tufted Puffin Eighteen months, twenty-five birds, six…
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Anniversary
My goodness, how time flies. As of this moment, I’ve been a Tacoman for exactly two years. Twenty-four months. Seven hundred thirty days. Seventeen thousand five hundred twenty hours. And counting. I’m hoping for several million more, because I’ve loved every one—thanks to you T-town folks. Guys, you’re awesome. And generous, to boot—I think I…
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Wicked good day
At the end of a whirlwind trip that still hadn’t quite sunk in, I wanted a long, solo walk to clear my head before my flight home. So I got on the 8:57 Downeaster to Boston, and spent the remaining four hours before I had to get to the airport walking a familiar radius of…