There’s very little time to write or reflect while we’re in Fairbanks, what with provisioning and visiting and chasing typewriters and all. These past few days have been full in all the ways they needed to be. Now the energy is shifting. We’re heading to the cabin this morning, where there will be more time … More fairbnb
A woman and a typewriter walk into a bar . . . I was in the middle of writing a post about handling emergencies at the cabin when I got distracted by a typewriter. At home, I’ve established a nightly habit of typing a single page on a manual typewriter. It’s a physical act as … More royal
“You’re going all over the place,” said the Alaska Airlines ticket agent when I hauled my bag onto the airport scale this morning. I’d printed and attached my bag tag at home; it said SFO → PDX→ ANC→ FAI. I agreed with her. That’s plenty of “all over the place” for one day. Besides figuring … More carrying on
And the words slide into the slots ordained by syntax, and glitter as with atmospheric dust with those impurities which we call meaning. ~ Anthony Burgess Hello! It’s been so long since we’ve posted here that I may have forgotten how — and I have no idea whether anyone is still out there on the … More so many books!
All at once, everything starts to dance—the spruce trees sway, the aspen leaves rattle, my ears become coils of twisting air—until the wind moves on and I’m left wondering what exactly it was that touched me. … More what the wind does
Friday at sunrise, I found myself on a prop plane headed from Vancouver Island back to the mainland, where I caught a flight south. It was eerie that day, the ribbon of Highway 5 unspooling so quickly underneath me, like a time-lapse film in reverse. … More yvr : pdx : sfo