Author Archives
Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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Temple Run
We’ve managed to get Lily off my laptop and onto the iPad. Yesterday, I counted five computer devices in our living room (excluding our phones, which were elsewhere). Temple Run is the gateway drug into the iPad, for Lily. Using… Read More ›
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Token
The blog is a token dropped in a deep well. The days spin around themselves, wobble, and fall. Life is you figuring it out publicly, sometimes getting it right.
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WFH
Left work early yesterday, sick. Probably could have muscled my way through it, but by the time I had told everyone and made arrangements, I’d have looked flaky for saying never mind. Caught a cab to the bus stop, then… Read More ›
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Don’t follow me
People used to take newspapers into the bathroom, now they take their smartphones. Just because you can check the weather while you’re on the toilet doesn’t mean you should. But we do. I have bruises I don’t remember and my… Read More ›
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Beginning
The coffee maker is a riot of sound, of gargling: it’s the Fourth of July climax when it sounds off and beeps three times, declaring it’s done. I’ve been through the ritual that starts by the light of the closet,… Read More ›
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Sunday, Awake
Yesterday we sat on the sofa and listened to Mark Kozelek’s record Among the Leaves. It’s rare we get to sit and listen to a record, rewind to follow the lyrics and read along. The slow transition of light and… Read More ›
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Block
She is a hard block of a woman who stands in my way. I am afraid of what will come out, and do nothing instead. But today I begin the 15 minute rule, to write for a short period first… Read More ›
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What’s worse than being bad
Is not trying. Sitting still. Choosing fear over failure. Being untrue, it goes on and on. Instead, take the time to do the work and find the pleasure in the simple act of writing, the music of the keys as… Read More ›
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The Specter of Failure
By the end of 2011, I had gotten really down on work. I let my beard go long, such that I was receiving comments from co-workers, and had put on a few pounds. Yoga was harder than ever, and rare… Read More ›
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Blood, Stress
I got so stressed today and fatigued at work, I thought I popped a blood vessel in my eye. This happened to my friend Steve recently, who’s older, and so it wasn’t necessarily stress but it was pretty damned impossible… Read More ›
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