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Time Was Like Water, But I Was The Sea
The amount of time I spent as a kid baking on sidewalk stoops and curbs- stranded by childhood limitations, boredom, and peer pressure- was truly Lovecraftian in it’s scope (as well as madness i...
Lady In Black
She came to me one morning, one lonely Sunday morning, her long hair flowing in the midwinter wind. I know not how she found me, for in darkness I was walking, and destruction lay around me...
Babymaking Music
What’s a song off of your “seduce and destroy” playlist?
Dad Season
mom and dad, 1970s Someone happened to give me a photo they had of my dad and me, in passing once on a job site I think, and I’ve kept it clipped to the visor of my truck ever since. It’s a ph...
The Pleasure Of Limited Focus
I just saw the last full size K-Mart in the US closed recently. I assumed that happened a long time ago. All of the K-Marts within 1000 miles of here shuttered five years ago or more. I can’t q...
The McManus Dam
The only thing left of this bad boy is some odd concrete rectangles in the grass, just off the bike path between it and the thin strip of forest growing along the riverbank. It was the first d...
For Those Who Aren't Bigots
A friendly reminder- Someone who disagrees with you politically is not necessarily a “bad” person, nor a “misinformed” person. They may simply have a slightly different order of priorities, a s...
Ailing Beauty
I am obsessed with this group. I think it’s just a college choir, but it’s the only one like this that I know of. We get on average one “music video” a year, and although I’ve seen albums a...
In Defense Of Small Talk
Look, I probably hate it more than you do. As an introvert, I don’t much care for chatting with strangers- and as an eccentric artist type, I don’t much care to mill about in dull predictable ch...
Thanks, River
boy posing with his dog, 1882 The river that used to power my town sneaks along on the other side of the street from my house. It runs from Walloon lake, which is a small inland lake, through...
I could sleep outside indefinitely
…weather permitting. Tonight will be my first under a roof since Thursday of last week. These last few deep mornings, when I’d wake in the night, I’d see stars and clouds and the northern lig...
Winter In Summer In Autumn
September used to be a decidedly Autumn month, though it hasn’t been so in at least 10 years now. I am officially letting Summer adopt it. There’s this great scene really early on in Titanic wh...
The Shifting Green
I was gliding along on my bicycle today, down by the waterfront, when I caught a whiff of some Italian cooking. Like meatballs or something. It was very familiar, and comforting somehow…like t...
Philosophical question of the day-
Do you think those small lonesome trees in large building courtyards, like hospitals and apartment buildings where everything is of human craftsmanship origin and the sides of the building surro...
Can you smell winter yet?
These two photos are over 100 years apart, though not a whole lot has changed. The Boat Works is long gone, replaced by a ball field- and that long brick wall you see in the background of the ...
The Missing Block Of Emmet Street
One of my favorite new hobbies, as a lore and especially local lore nerd, is taking old photos from the online public domain archive sites, and using further research and other basic detective...
What type of animals do the people you're attracted to resemble?
For me, it’s always been mice. Not exactly sure why, or what it is about them exactly. Though I blame the entertainment of my youth- a number of my favorite childhood cartoons featured mice and ...
Never Get Out Of The Boat
Ever have one of those nights that feels like it’s being narrated by Martin Sheen in Apocalypse Now? Too much time isolated, talking to yourself in nonsensical and spiraling observations? It’s j...
"The foundation of such a method, is Love."
I love you Sherriff Truman. Not literally. That’s just how the quote ends. I can’t deal with the nihilistic fuckboy lyrics of the 2020s. I just can’t. We were raised on our parent’s hippie mus...
Passenger Prince
I had two old flashes of memory tonight. Both in vehicles. The first was waking up in the back seat of a car and climbing to the front. We were en route to one of our first vacations, I think. My...
Quality Storytelling
My favorite plot device is establishing an often innocuous seeming skill early on, which is forgotten about in the middle, but which is required during the climax of a high stakes situation for v...
Dead Streets
Cooked the fish I caught yesterday for supper. One thing about fish as a food group that a lot of people don’t know is that fresh fish might as well be a completely different food than just about...
A Hot Dark Night
There’s this street I like to ride my bike down at night, when I’m out prowling the sidewalks and roadways just to feel the evening breeze on my face. There’s a halfway house on this street, and ...
Summer Shade
The fair was this week, and we went, though it seems like just last week we were at last year’s fair, so I’m not sure how a year disappeared on me so quickly. Time gets harder and harder to track...
The Cold Outdoors
I keep getting plagued by these vibes of bygone eras. The way the 80s smelled like expired basement shag carpet and B.O. The knick-knack alcoves built into the cigarette oiled walls with figur...
