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Weekday Walk 24 Aug 2013 | 11:12 am
Santa Cruz has erased every good reason to fail. Failure is mine to chose, take or leave. Failure is another word for life. But life is none other.
And this- 29 Jul 2013 | 06:24 am
Oh, by the way, I finished the stuccos. Sun Stucco Moon Stucco
Day Long Clouds 29 Jul 2013 | 06:21 am
How do I walk with this heart of mine. How do I carry such a weight. Each day there is the possibility and predictability of loss as well as the certainty I’ll encounter more to cherish. And now ca...
With My Time 6 Jul 2013 | 07:54 pm
When I bought my house in Portland I had romantic fantasies about becoming one of those old men living in the mountains who steadily, over the years, at night with an aluminum work light, silent, odd...
July 4th 4 Jul 2013 | 07:55 pm
Dads love a good fireworks show.
Tidbit 14 Jun 2013 | 09:17 pm
I got these pants at an antique faire. They are my go-to. Ample and billowy, elastic waist, subtly gathered cuff, floral and soft. At the end of a work day I unlatch my overalls and let them fall, uni...
Snooze 12 Jun 2013 | 07:41 pm
It’s gotten to that point. Scrubbed, painted, sanded. One stucco is ready to roll. Now it just needs something to roll on. I am looking for full sized mattresses. I’ll trade you a night in the stucco ...
Mark This Page 11 Jun 2013 | 07:45 pm
The last time I noticed this was when I dropped out of law school and became a bike messenger. “I’m happy” I wrote in my journal with a star at the top of the page and a reference guide inside the fro...
Dude. The floor. 8 Jun 2013 | 02:19 am
Pull up the carpet. Remove the carpet strips, little rusty nails and industrial staples. Chisel free the old tiles. Scrap, scratch and pry off the fossilized black glue. Rent a sander so heavy that on...
Parachute Review 5 Jun 2013 | 08:40 pm
What is a Parachute Party? Let’s go back to the beginning. Before I was a designer I was a scrappy, golden-hued, Mohawk-ed, pissed off bike messenger. I rode a bike for a living, I fought the good fig...
