On a recent trip to Seattle for a conference, I managed to sneak away for an afternoon to check out North Cascades National Park. From Seattle, access to the park entails a relatively short drive north on I-5 and then another short jaunt east on scenic North Cascades Highway (SR 20). The highway runs along […]
Life is a strange little bird. And, strangely, the feeling continues to grow. Here’s a case in point: I am headed to Seattle at the end of May for a conference…
After a sound beating by my brother-in-law in our first photo-off, appropriately entitled “Photo Challenge: Pet Edition,” I’ve decided once again to humiliate myself with an idiotic exhibition of my photographic inadequacy…
By the stream and under the trees, scattered are the
traces of the lost;
The sweet-scented grasses are growing thick–did he
find the way?
However remote over the hills and far away the beast
may wander,
His nose reaches the heavens and none can conceal it.
I don’t seem to have a lot of (free) time these days, so in the interest of eliciting aesthetic sympathy for a very talented musician, Jenny Owen Youngs, here’s a YouTube version of her sad pop “Fuck Was I:”
