It’s been a nice run, enjoying the Timbers scrap their way to a playoff berth, and I’m keen to watch some more Arsenal in the English Premier League through the cooler months, but there’s only one team that I can profess to write about with any sense: the Portland Trail Blazers.
The fugue state continues, but a recent encounter with Lil Nas X on the “Old Town Road” has led to the only thing I can do: keep moving.
I finally feel like a functional human being again. It took about a week, but I am finally recovered from Oregon Country Fair and, in some ways, SOAK. While I’ve always needed some time to recover from Oregon Country Fair, this year in particular was an emotional, empowering yet ever challenging event. I helped run […]
Well I had something to be said about recovering from Oregon Country Fair and feeling like a normal human being again.
And then Ozzy Osbourne passed.
I am exhausted. Exhausted and afraid. I’ve been writing a lot about things that have happened. Things that have long since past. I am watching the news, filtered through headlines, wondering what the hell I am going to do. I want to write, but the pen feels heavy and the ideas feel sealed. They exist […]
A little playlist I cooked up after reflecting on the words in this blog post. The music journalist in me just refuses to die. I cut my hair yesterday. Shaved my face clean, too. I’m of two minds about it. First things first: it goes against every instinct I’ve learned grace à la musique that […]
I returned from Tygh Valley on Monday but was so freaking tired that I had no wherewithal to post or mention or do something about it. That is changing now, and here are the first details of what I hope to be a consistent theme over the next month.
It started out as sketch in my journal. A lark based on the first stanza. The format is… weird, based on nothing but how the words look and sounded when spoken aloud. But I think that it works.
It’s happening. I’m going to SOAK. The last preparations are being made. Last deliveries are arriving at my door as I type, and I am raring to perform a trial run on how I am going to fit all the camping supplies into my car.
They don’t exist for me anymore. Or, at least, they don’t exist on Monday anymore. Nope, my Mondays are now reserved for Sunday, courtesy of my newfound position. It’s exciting—I have finally found a means of capital to invest in the blog. Unfortunately, it does mean that I have less time to write for the […]
The Casual Ramble 