Archive for January, 2009
In the words of my Aussie friend Damien, the French really “pecked the eyes out!” of the world during maritime colonialism. Doing this grand repair in French Polynesia has given me an excellent excuse to stay on this small jewel of the Pacific. From my view, the Tahitian-French lifestyle is… Read the rest
It’s snowing.
I think this at precisely the same moment that Tina says it:
“Dude, it’s snowing.”
The flakes are soft and small and intermittent. Hesitant, aware of their imminent demise. There will be no sticking this time around. The effect is calming.
Inside my chest there is a heart. … Read the rest
When Camp Muir on the south side of Mt. Rainier reaches 69 degrees in January, something is wrong. In this case, it’s the weather inversion taking place in the Puget Sound region. Low clouds and stagnant air have consumed the lowlands, creating fog so thick ‘pea soup’ sounds like an… Read the rest
The sunlight is obscene.
It comes on strong in that all-consuming way that lovers do. Blinding. Disorienting. White hot. Dangerous.
We don’t want to fall for it, but we still do.… Read the rest
There are days when I just can’t find the motivation to keep working. I look up at the hull and feel totally overwhelmed and hopeless.
“It’s never ending…” I think aloud. But then I look left, and see, Ives, my hero of a neighbor who has worked relentlessly from dawn… Read the rest
Take boat off the car. Full of water from melted snow, empty it. Grab the water bottle and head back to the falls for one more look. Walk along the road and avoid cars. I’m glad it looks smaller from river left. Talk to Nate to assure myself it’s good… Read the rest
In conjunction with our two alternative transportation themed contests this month (there’s a writing one and a photo one), we’re happy to bring you the podcast version of The Commute is the Thing. Originally published in Volume 3 Issue 2, with his article, author Sloan Schang brings us a taste… Read the rest
For one who seeks refuge in the mountains, this time of year always has a spiritual element to it. The off-season is a chance to see ridable lines and dream of the days when the snow will once again cover the land – and then it’s here. The time when… Read the rest
I woke the next morning to clear skies and a breeze strong enough to blow out the surf. After a strong cup of coffee, I lowered my bag of epoxy supplies, rollers and brushes, latex gloves, and acetone down to ground level. I was pleased to find my scaffolding from… Read the rest
