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

• The ass from the manger scene

  By Bill Pearse on December 7, 2014 • ( 6 )

  

  It’s the 15 year anniversary since our first date, and Dawn and I get into a spat over the gingerbread decorating event planned by the Girl Scout troop at a local school. I ask, what do we do while they’re… Read More ›

• Part-time blogger, full-time ass

  By Bill Pearse on December 5, 2014 • ( 8 )

  I started re-reading Don DeLillo’s White Noise in October, inspired by connections to how our media was handling the Ebola crisis. Ha, ha: look at me! Blogging about Don DeLillo and Ebola! I have a third of the book to… Read More ›

• The strength of strings

  By Bill Pearse on November 30, 2014 • ( 16 )

  All the blood ran out of his face when my boss said they were putting me on a plan. It’s not the kind of plan you want to be put on. I became aware of my body language, uncrossed my arms,… Read More ›

• Song of my 40s, still life

  By Bill Pearse on November 22, 2014 • ( 10 )

  

  I can palm the cat’s head in my lap when she’s napping in the morning and it’s still dark — with just candles and Brian Eno playing, sometimes you can’t tell if it’s even on, that’s the thing about ambient… Read More ›

• So what about the mid-life crisis?

  By Bill Pearse on November 19, 2014 • ( 9 )

  Charlotte and I decide to walk to the lake. The lake is about 10 minutes away, she’s 7, and it’s the first time we’ve walked there together, just the two of us. She’s balancing along a stone wall about four… Read More ›

• The 1,000th time

  By Bill Pearse on November 14, 2014 • ( 7 )

  A part of me died that day in the conference room when I botched it with the process decomposition. I had a plan going in, aligned on it with my business owner, and the plan was to plot the as-is… Read More ›

• Brandenburg in F-ing Flat

  By Bill Pearse on November 11, 2014 • ( 22 )

  My boss and I have an 8 o’clock stand-up meeting every day. The stand-up is meant as a quick, informal check-in on your progress. What you got done yesterday, your priorities for today. The thought is if you’re standing, it shouldn’t… Read More ›

• Standing under the shoulders of giants

  By Bill Pearse on November 5, 2014 • ( 18 )

  A week spent with data, inside Excel: VLOOKUPS, pivot tables, four rewrites of a simple proposal drawn up for review by one guy, a 15 minute meeting. A five page deck with about 10 pages in the appendix. The appendix,… Read More ›

• Secretary’s Day

  By Bill Pearse on October 26, 2014 • ( 11 )

  I was sleeping with a girl from the Costume Department. They thought she was gay, they thought I was gay, and we played along with it — Ha, ha, “We’re gay!” They thought she was gay because she’d started going… Read More ›

• You can see why they thought they were spirits

  By Bill Pearse on October 25, 2014 • ( 4 )

  

  What started off clear became obscured by the cloud’s thickening brow. The night passed on to dawn, this time we contemplate the dead. And we pass down a darkened lane to the end, past the signs and arrows carved in the… Read More ›