The Ballad Of Buster Scruggs, mini ramp + beers and bar food, not forcing myself to be present for this blog, as work-life blazes and the burnout is real. Etc. Read More>
Read MoreIt rained today. Jedda the pup doesn't like the rain. She was born in a heat wave, house trained on the hard summer dirt. Now she’s a warm-weather princess in a fur-feather boa. Read More>
Read MoreIn the last heat of the lingering harvest, I rode up Powell Butte at sunset. There was only enough time to catch my breath and score a peek of the salmon pink sky before riding back down ahead of the falling darkness. Read More>
Read MoreI read somewhere that humans are "mostly restlessness and empty space." The lucky thing is to find someone great who calms you down and fills you up, and spend as much time with them as possible, and come away renewed. Read More>
Read MoreTo wind up the weekend, we bombed the long hill from the Portland Zoo through the city to the Willamette River and the beers beyond. It was a national holidayand so the sidewalks were stacked with many shiny souls. Read More>
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