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

  • The Smith Corona

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    I’ve been writing for 25 years now – “writing,” meaning more than just checks or grocery lists. When you say you’re a writer though, it implies you get paid to do it, or that you’ve been published. It’s easy to… Read More ›

  • Back to Work

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    The week started with a blow-out on I-90. Unless it’s a sale, “blow-out” is not a good word. It can also refer to diapers. I got going in the dark, wind, and rain at 6:15 a.m., hoping to get a… Read More ›

  • Code

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    Today, I was in a hallway conversation that went something like this: With STAR transitioning to Symphony, do ALS and GLS both have to be on the MWS before we can proceed? There is no time to really talk these… Read More ›

  • All Summer In A Day

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    This was a Ray Bradbury story we read in grade school. I think the theme of the story is the infinite cruelty in man, specifically, children. It takes place on a planet where the sun only comes out once every… Read More ›

  • Bookends

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    It’s fitting this should end with a hangover, on my last day before I go back to work. The cell phone went off a record five times this morning: – Ramin, wanting to meet at the Museum of Flight –… Read More ›

  • The Last Week

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    I spent Monday morning in the bath with William Basinski and a battery-powered candle I got at Costco. The candle came in a box that said “THE BEAUTY OF CANDLELIGHT WITHOUT THE RISK OF FIRE.” When I started this sabbatical… Read More ›

  • Exterminator

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    It’s a kind of loss of innocence when you first have to deal with rats. We discovered them in our home two years ago: they were coming from the basement through the floor, behind the refrigerator, into the nursery. We… Read More ›

  • Dark

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    The wind is coming in from the south today, and sounds like the ocean when it’s going out. Pine needles are everywhere. This is the time of year marked by a moodiness in the northwest, when we all comment about… Read More ›

  • You Don’t Have To Go Away To Go Somewhere

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    That’s easy to say after four months off. We’ve been given the gift of zen and insight now, without the distraction of work. The mind requires a certain about of stress though, and fabricates its own if you don’t feed… Read More ›

  • White Space

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    I got my foot stuck on the baby gate earlier this week and went down on my side, yielding a bruise the size of a small country. It is hard being empathetic: while it gives you the appearance of emotional… Read More ›