Bill Pearse

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• 32/30, more like 34

  By Bill Pearse on April 11, 2017 • ( 29 )

  

  The jeans were getting harder to get into and the beers harder to get out of. The beers were getting easier to get into and the jeans to get out of. The reclining chair was bent and sagged but I pulled… Read More ›

• When they slide that heavy rock slab across your lids where will you sit, with what you’ve done?

  By Bill Pearse on April 10, 2017 • ( 7 )

  And were we like those same straps they used to hold up trees, that look like slingshots tied from the trunk to the post—were we that same post for our kids, meant to just stay there in the ground long… Read More ›

• A stream of consciousness, passing through April

  By Bill Pearse on April 9, 2017 • ( 8 )

  We felt it winding down, that April. Who gets to be in Europe for nine months like that? I had no business complaining about having to go, it was time. It was starting to leaf out on the trees along… Read More ›

• Anthony’s Navel: PJ Harvey, ‘Let England Shake’

  By Bill Pearse on April 8, 2017 • ( 7 )

  Anthony goes inside PJ Harvey’s navel for his deep-dive of her 2011 album in my Saturday guest blog series. PJ Harvey will be one of the most important artists to record music between the 1990’s and whenever she decides she’s… Read More ›

• Ant prose, exterminator

  By Bill Pearse on April 7, 2017 • ( 15 )

  Then the exterminator came and I liked him right away by the sound of his voice in the doorway talking to Ginger, crouching down, petting her, making some joke about the ants, but then he was all business: what have… Read More ›

• Anthony’s Navel: ‘I’ve got the spirit, but lose the feeling’

  By Bill Pearse on April 7, 2017 • ( 7 )

  In October, 2014 I published a blog post I was really proud of. It woke me in the middle of the night, and I went downstairs to the den to write it. I got back in bed, but couldn’t sleep…. Read More ›

• Ant prose, baiting strategies

  By Bill Pearse on April 6, 2017 • ( 16 )

  

  We got an ant problem. The landscapers cleaned up all the beds outside and must have kicked up a colony. It started benign enough, one here, one there, but then they started crawling up the walls and in my beard… Read More ›

• ‘To become one with whatever one does’

  By Bill Pearse on April 5, 2017 • ( 30 )

  My first day consulting, it had been almost two years since I last worked. They welcomed me in, and the office reminded me of where I’d been so many years before. They were nice and we had lunch together in… Read More ›

• ‘That you’re tired of yourself and all of your creations’

  By Bill Pearse on April 4, 2017 • ( 9 )

  

  I hung the hammock out back on the ponderosas, tried to rest but couldn’t, drove to West Seattle to meet Anthony and Mike for Sunday beers. We got a letter they’re moving forward with the project next door, to tear… Read More ›

• In the morning coming off the plateau the fog looked like clouds over the lake

  By Bill Pearse on April 3, 2017 • ( 22 )

  

  That April we got married the weather had been good every weekend three weekends in a row and I worried our luck would run out by our wedding day. There were about 50 people coming in to a mountain lodge… Read More ›

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