tell me why i don’t watch video

Somehow I don’t watch TV. It’s turned on, many evenings — My Sweetie decompresses that way. And when I sit down nearby, and express a preference, he generally adjusts to what I suggest. But I just don’t sit downwhere I can see the TV. I used to think — in part I still think — […]

some rules

Obviously inexpensive “fake” earrings — like my plastic nearly 1/2”-diameter “diamonds” — are whimsical and charming… as long as the metal fittings haven’t oxidized. Then they’re cheap. Nail polish should never be chipped. Even on toes. So wear socks if you haven’t gotten around to the acetone yet. Putting together an outfit is its own […]

pandemic goals

In May I said I’d write down some summer goals. By my July birthday, I said. I sketched them by the deadline; I sent them out a week late, because they needed commentary. (Y’all might have an inkling of how much I work when I take things out of my head and get them into […]

reading rules

Bedtime books must be interesting but familiar. Unfamiliar books want to be read to the end, which is two or four hours after bedtime and wrecks the delicate sleep patterns. Familiar books can have momentum without drive — can hold focus/attention without waking the brain. Bedtime books need to be books, not magazines. Bedtime books […]

sandbox made of sand

There is no essence, no boundary, or centre, to theopoetics. This may becheerfully acknowledged even as we continue to debate and create ‘as if’ the fabrication we are engaged in could be compared to building a house rather than inventing a fiction. Heather Walton, “Creativity at the Edge of Chaos: Theopoetics in a Blazing World.” […]


Things I could do when I couldn’t focus, paid-work edition: Attend meetings. Make useful contributions in meetings. Take notes. Review email. Answer email. Field tech support requests (“I can’t print!” “Would you tell me what you see on your screen?…”). Annotate tech support tickets and mark them completed. Update project plans. Skim trade mags. Things […]


I’m out in the garden (the backyard/the patio) this morning for Reasons. The weather thus far is cooperating — mostly overcast, frequent breezes, no moisture from the sky as of yet. I had trouble engaging my routines this morning. Yesterday was full routine-fail, as were the two days before that. My analytic brain wants to […]

i don’t want to be the petunias

By encouraging the consumption of more meat…, of refined carbohydrates, and of trans fats and chemically extracted oils…, the government-endorsed dietary model may have led to more deaths than it claims to have prevented. Mark Bittman, Food Matters (2009). p57. I was rereading Food Matters — good book, though Michael Pollan’s roughly contemporaneous Food Rules […]

put me in, coach

If you know the John Fogerty song, and know how much I love the movie Bull Durham, you’ll think I’m writing about baseball. But that would be silly, because I know just enough baseball to remain my mother’s child and no more. I’m writing about my personal trainer. Or the adult swim team I belonged […]

when we lived in Wilmington NC

This is not, directly, my story. This is a story that belongs to my mother, peripherally, and her father more directly. Or it’s a set of fabric strips from old shirts that we traditionally stitch together about like this, adding some batting and family backing to make it a little more sturdy. I never lived […]