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Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.

• If the memoir is a mirror you cracked it (for Alan Turing)

  By Bill Pearse on January 26, 2015 • ( 4 )

  We bunker down between the bands of snow on the radar and the news cycles. The squares on the calendar pages where you get stuck waiting to roll again, to advance. A clipper is coming from the west, to meet… Read More ›

• On faith and football and dreams

  By Bill Pearse on January 21, 2015 • ( 12 )

  

  Ginger and I have been out corkscrewing hillsides in the Issaquah Alps, trying to lose track of time and find ourselves in the woods. I carry my notepad with me and stop to write, and she comes to collect me…. Read More ›

• Known outage report for Western Washington

  By Bill Pearse on January 20, 2015 • ( 25 )

  We’re sorry. The website <http://pinklightsabre.com&gt; is temporarily out of service in your area and not accepting new patients. This is a Known Outage. If you believe you’ve received this notice in error, we’re sorry again. There are no paragraph breaks… Read More ›

• Which is true of anything (for DFW)

  By Bill Pearse on January 19, 2015 • ( 26 )

  It started with the glassy-eyed couple at the lake. They had a dog too. They sounded like they used drugs or lived in Northern California, you could tell by the way they talked. The guy said you can teach a… Read More ›

• Life is the job interview you didn’t realize was a job interview

  By Bill Pearse on January 16, 2015 • ( 6 )

  

  We don’t preen here, the #2 guy says. He repeats himself because he likes the word preen, he puts it in italics. It forces the three of us to pause and think about our last jobs, because we all have… Read More ›

• Self-reliance in the age of technology

  By Bill Pearse on January 15, 2015 • ( 15 )

  There are no other dads at the elementary school drop-off corral, it’s a maze of mini-vans and stress-masks with encouraging signs near the choke point closest to the school reading “Synergize”: the sign says synergize. In other words, be nice… Read More ›

• Open your heart to the trees

  By Bill Pearse on January 14, 2015 • ( 21 )

  The doormat can’t go askew but it does, and I have to straighten it each time I go by. Cats act no different than people when they’re high on cat nip, on drugs: self-centered, prone to violent acts. Still I… Read More ›

• Geographic Tongue

  By Bill Pearse on January 13, 2015 • ( 21 )

  I’m told it’s common, affecting 2-3% of the population, which doesn’t sound common, but intriguing still: Geographic Tongue. I picked my hygienist because she seems genuinely passionate about oral health. When I ask for more information she gets excited talking… Read More ›

• On wood-gathering and storytelling

  By Bill Pearse on January 10, 2015 • ( 10 )

  

  The trail description said it gained 700 feet, but I didn’t remember it all happening in the first five minutes. I didn’t read the notices at the trailhead or carry a map because it’s just a canyon, one way in,… Read More ›

• The unabashed quality of the selfie

  By Bill Pearse on January 7, 2015 • ( 14 )

  

  It is inherently unabashed, the selfie. It has this I Don’t Care I’m Vain aspect I’ll Even Do It Publicly, then push it to my friends. And it’s true, once you embrace the vanity it can set you free to… Read More ›