Miami International

I have realized, while killing time in Boston and now in Miami, that it is strange to be in an airport traveling to one of the poorest countries in the world. The airport is a place of opulence. Just to be here you have to be able to pay a couple hundred dollars (at least) [...]

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Oil is US

I sat and watched images from Japan this morning for ten minutes or so this morning and was overwhelmed by the images. A wall of what was hard to recognize as water (debris, cars, boats) moving across the landscape… buildings toppling… floating debris on fire. I couldn’t help but feel the magnitude of it — [...]

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Vermont is…

a blue-sky day with growing heat as morning gives way to afternoon, and finding still, in the grass seeped in morning shadow, the clinging droplets of last night’s dew.

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Bed

Is it strange that you call the back part of a truck the “bed,” and that’s where I sleep for the summer? It’s like it’s meant to be. 5’7″ person in a 6′ truck bed… perfect.

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Binocular(s)

This one keeps coming up for me again and again. Binoculars. A set or pair of binoculars, even. But here’s the thing… bi-nocular… as in a binocular (two eye) scope as opposed to a monocular (one eye). So in truth, the thing you wear around your neck birding is a binocular. A set or pair [...]

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Living the life

Canyonlands National Park, at the backcountry permitting desk. I mention to the rangers helping me that I worked in the park, surveying for spotted owls, 15 years ago, and was back to hike Salt Creek Canyon.  They’re interested, and curious about my work and life, so I share a few stories.  It’s nice, every once [...]

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Humanity

This morning, on the radio, I heard a guest say that “we have lost our humanity.” In the context I, and everyone else listening, understood this to mean that “we” (I forget who we was) were acting in a way that was not compassionate or kind. But it made me stop and think. The first [...]

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After thrice rewriting a thousand useless words

you are a thorn a masochism of a hobby better left to addicts go away and leave me be

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The Touch

Tonight, sitting at a bar, a waitress i vaguely know was passing by when she took the time to grab my arm and say hello in passing. More than a touch… the half-close of fingers around the space where my bicep meets the elbow on my left arm. As one who is always short on [...]

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Untimely

Is there ever a timely death?

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