Tag Archives: Climbing

‘Like frogs or rabbits’ | on living in the present, and wandering

Posted on May 16, 2017 by

May 15, 2017 Faint rain, imagined snow. Mid May and it’s still stew weather, heavy stouts. I have to run the heat in the morning driving in to work but refuse to wear a jacket and then turn off the … Continue reading →

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First there is a mountain then there is no mountain, then there is

Posted on May 1, 2017 by

There was the outfit I’d worn the day before and probably the day before that, in a pile on the floor by the bed. I sat up and got into it like I was going in reverse, stood up, slapped … Continue reading →

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Meditation on a nameless day

Posted on December 29, 2016 by

Climbing mountains you get high enough you can see above the cloud deck, the tips of the other peaks coming through, how the clouds look like soup from above, and in every direction just the land stretching out, no cities—like … Continue reading →

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Lost in the Funhouse with Barth: on meta, Brecht, and what’s behind The Fourth Wall

Posted on June 10, 2016 by

With social media and technology what they are, metafiction has become more a part of our lives than ever: we’re constantly stepping outside the frame to capture ourselves in it, and our story of documenting our life story is as much a story as the story itself. But as we step outside the frame, we’re straddling two worlds and cease to exist fully in either — like tourists on an Alaskan whale-watching cruise with our cameras out trying to catch the breaching whales as proof we were there, we miss the reality just beyond our lens and I wonder, did we really see anything at all? Continue reading →

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Peeing on Switzerland

Posted on August 18, 2015 by

Ralf pokes the scat with the tip of his trekking pole and says in English it’s fresh, from earlier today. And the wind changes direction, it’s coming from Switzerland now, and I don’t know if that’s good or bad but … Continue reading →

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Say goodbye to the Hoh

Posted on July 15, 2015 by

The sea spills its guts out to anyone who will listen, just hurls itself up and forgets it’s told the same story before: two black heads in the water floating that could be humans staring at us but they are seals, … Continue reading →

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The Safeway in Chewelah, WA

Posted on July 5, 2015 by

On the drive back I make my kids listen to Townes Van Zandt since it feels like we could be in Texas it’s so hot, everything flat and beaten down by the sun. The songs about places he’d been in … Continue reading →

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