January 17, 2013 § 14 Comments
A cocktail seems only appropriate given I still have dried whiskey grain schmutz on my shoes (epic pump disaster people, epic!) and smell like a fermenting tank from our five days of working out at the Bainbridge Distillery.
Coincidentally, or perhaps not so very coincidentally, this particular cocktail came out of our last trip to Seattle.
December 6, 2011 § 16 Comments
The puppy is napping, after a wild squirrel chasing romp we just took in the arboretum behind our apartment. It’s gray and drizzly outside, the world has a muffled feeling, and I’m taking a quiet little break. There’s a pleasant empty stillness right now. It feels like a container for latent rejuvenating potential.
I feel as though I haven’t had that much to say lately. I mean, I could tell stories of the pup. About the number of times we trek up and down our three flights of stairs together so she can get out and I can watch her with a mix of admiration at how wondrous she obviously finds the world, and impatience because I can’t seem to let go of my own busybody agenda and feel my mind nagging at me to go back to my work.
I could tell you about the assortment of things she has hoovered up into her mouth. It reads like a bizarre post-apocalyptic still life: glass pieces, pottery shards, a screw, pinecones, styrofoam… I never quite noticed before how many little pieces of trash there are along the street. I could shock you with the story of how she seemed to think that she was an aerialist, or at least attached to some type of gliding device, and she leapt off of a 6 foot drop to crash on the sidewalk below.