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  • The softening light of a November sun sets mood and mind onto things that warm and protect, nourish and restore.  The swift change of seasons reminds us of gatherings past and celebrations yet to be observed.  Packing away and pulling down remembrances of a more tender age.  Green has given way to early shadows while…

  • A turn at the table. Two cadets make it so.

  • I know. It’s November. Not the peak of strawberry season (unless you live in Chile.) The food movement that promotes “eating local and in season” has gained momentum, but my adherence to that rule is spotty, at best. On a day like today, rainy with a chill in the air, I welcome a bit of…

  • Enbokcirkelföralla has been nominated for the high culture blog price , category literature. Och det känns jättekul, nästintill fanatstiskt att bli nominerad tillsammans med fyra andra jättefina och bra bloggar. And it feels great, almost fanatstiskt to be nominated along with four other gorgeous and good blogs. Några av dessa är sådana jag själv tittar…

  •   that which frightens most is when known becomes unknown irretrievable   languishing in mist the wild untamed want to play uncontrollable    the moon’s tug turns boys feral creatures they become metamorphosis    

  • Yesterday a couple of workmates and I met up with a colleague who’d recently been laid off. Since this fellow trained me, and I’ve now taken on most of his job responsibilities, one may presume this lunch meet-up to be awkward. Not so. Just four folks chewin’ the fat (we did have burgers, after all)…

  • Language defines a culture, through the people who speak it and what it allows speakers to say. Words that describe a particular cultural practice or idea may not translate precisely into another language. Many endangered languages have rich oral cultures with stories, songs, and histories passed on to younger generations, but no written forms. With…

  • I love a parade (or better yet, a county fair.) Especially when my brother and his girlfriend get snapped all candid-like under the misty drips of a Humboldt sky.

  • Watching. Waiting. Vigilant. The right moment eventually comes along when instinct and opportunity brings reward to the dogged.

  • A creature of habit am I. Meet the morn with a mug full of meal (oats and flax and wheat.)