Everyone Should Just Chill Out

As a wave of Giant House Spiders migrates across our tiny house, the ever-present marmots have gone missing, and wildfire smoke chokes the mountains and rivers, it’s easy to think that we are all royally screwed. We usually see the spiders at night, a shadow of long black legs in our peripheral vision, as they make their way across the bedroom carpet. The leg span of one of them fills the bottom of a large Mason jar (which is how

For the Birds

RK just told me that studies show that certain birds sounds (magpies, jays, crows) are not calming to humans. I wonder if that is that because we have pre-judged those sounds. I love the sound of jays — raspy, bossy, and confident. Often they are the only bird sounds that can amplify over the noise of the city. Jays can put a cat in its place. Birds are unfairly separated into good and bad. Why do some people call a

Welcome Back to Shoulder Season

I’ve written before about shoulder season. We tend to think of it as spring and fall, when the days may be warm enough for short sleeves but the evenings are chilly enough for a puffy jacket. The leaves may be leafing or turning color, the days are getting noticeably longer or shorter. I enjoy the light in the fall and the sweetness of the heat while the sun is up. I’ve pulled out my headlamp and tights for morning runs.

MTB Moses parting the road.

Holy Shit, Las Vegas

I could see a strip of brilliant orange and pink sunrise through the concrete supports of the airport parking garage. The Lyft driver pulled up in a white chevy Impala. “I drove a limo in Vegas for 18 years. I’ve met celebrities…” he trailed off. Pause. “Do you want to hear about them?” Coffee is the only thing I want to hear about, but sure, let’s hear the claim to fame. He pulled out a picture of him and Stevie

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