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Days 253-259 of Project 365: Myriad mundanities.

Sometimes you sit at home in a world that only exists in a collective imagination. (Credits below.) Sometimes you go out into the real world and inhabit what a joyful fever-dream of a Kevin Costner-obsessed, seven-foot-tall clown who will never speak, only sing and grunt and command people to eat cupcakes while he sings “Under Pressure” at them. Sometimes you are at work and an echo of your past heart walks in as your throat closes and you half-kneel, half-crouch, bargaining with time so maybe this moment could last a little longer than it surely will, bargaining with your shoddy memory which deftly picks exactly now to tell you that this isn’t your beloved but rather someone else’s beloved and can’t you see that all the details are wrong and it doesn’t matter but you won’t cry, no you won’t, not at work, not at a new job, and so you make all of your adult body stand up and smile and walk away.

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Day 248 of Project 365: Bittersweet nightshade.

Work today was rather instructive: I researched a plant that grows outside the library which turned out to be Solanum dulcamara, also known as bittersweet nightshade. It isn’t as toxic as deadly nightshade, but still isn’t anything you want to be snacking on in a parking lot. Pretty, though, isn’t it? Writing from: my non-toxic study in Portland. Listening to: so much “Prison Break”. It’s over soon, and I’m glad; Season 4 consists mainly of gratuitous vengeance interspersed with structural engineering puzzles.

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Day 233 of Project 365: Yachats.

We escaped the oppressive heat in Portland for a brief coastal sojourn with friends in Florence, Oregon. On the way we stopped in Yachats for lunch. The day was sunny and a veil of mist draped over the coast. It was at least 30 degrees cooler than what we had left behind. Writing from: my study. Listening to: “Music for Pieces of Wood” by Steve Reich, Smoke and Mirrors Percussion Ensemble.

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Day 212 of Project 365: Squirrel patrol.

A squirrel launched itself at the side of our house today. Twice. It made the sound of a Merriam-Webster Collegiate Dictionary being flung at the wall, which is not how I generally use a Merriam-Webster Collegiate Dictionary so it made me sit up and pay attention. I took this photo after I peered out the window the first time, when I was worried that it had hurt itself. But after self-appointed squirrel patrol all day, I think it is all right.

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Day 174 of Project 365: Walkability.

I enjoy unwinding from an intense day filled with “how do I do this thing that I normally know how to do but don’t yet know how to do in this context” with this walk to the bus. I didn’t see any ROUSes, but while I was distracted by hummingbirds I was almost mowed down by a cyclist listening to loud country music. Ah, nature. Writing from: my study. Listening to: my hard-drive chug as it converts PDFs to ebooks.

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Day 171 of Project 365: Carpe rosa.

I didn’t get to much of what I had planned for the weekend, but that’s okay. I’m still figuring out how much free time I have now. And I’m realizing just how tired I can get by nine o’clock in the evening. What happened to me? I did take some time to enjoy our garden, and found this tiny inhabitant. Writing from: my study. Listening to: The Talk Show live from WWDC 2016.

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Day 168 of Project 365: Arrival.

Hello, beauty. We’ve been waiting for you. [caption id=“attachment_93705” align=“aligncenter” width=“2448”]Processed with VSCO with hb2 preset[/caption] Writing from: the living room. Listening to: Game 6 of the NBA Finals.


Day 167 of Project 365: Please do not feed.

So I spotted this sign on my new commute today. Aren’t nutria basically Rodents of Unusual Size from “The Princess Bride”? Thanks, creepy old sign from a horror movie, but I already wasn’t about to feed any giant bite-happy water-rats. Writing from: my study. Listening to: FunkyPlaid playing XCOM 2.


Day 159 of Project 365: Slow like a bunny.

FunkyPlaid and I took my mom to Edgefield today, where she and I received hour-long massages at their spa. We were left languid and dreamy, and as we wandered the grounds in search of FunkyPlaid, we encountered this tiny bunny. The rabbit was in no rush at all, savoring the niblets of green he was stealing from the herb garden.  Writing from: the bedroom, which is bearable tonight after days of unseasonable heat.

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Day 155 of Project 365: Rose City redux. 

Someday I will get tired of posting pictures of roses in Portland.  Today is not that day.  And now I have new contact lenses after way too long, so I see everything.  Writing from: the living-room. Listening to: the “Hamilton” soundtrack in my head, as usual. 


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