Every year I think about how Snoopy is Charlie Brown’s alter ego. Snoopy is the WWI flying ace, but Charlie Brown narrates. It makes me happy to think of all the crazy people living in all of us, in the shady pools of our imaginations. I bet that all of our alter egos have weird laughs. Snoopy has a weird laugh.

Happy Halloween!


walking meadows in my mind

October 28, 2016

Gentlemen may prefer blondes and a kiss on the hand is I suppose fairly continental, but I prefer a great man. I prefer a man with patience and courage and humor and will and kindness and cleverness. How charming it is to have a life where preference and actuality agree.

In response to the loud and vulgar new housemate Lucky is channeling M Obama:

Goin’ high

cause she’s my companion

October 25, 2016

I find it amusing that many of the people telling Portland natives to get over and move on from the appropriation of our culture and the demise of so much of our city are just now unscrewing the twist they got their panties into over Columbus Day.

What if every word we know derived from one of two at the split of burp vs sneeze?

We’ve got sounds like snick and esk, and we’ve got sounds like hurgh and ralph. 

I think it’s possible.

tiniest tabasco 

October 12, 2016

The last in first out method at play in my silverware drawer always serves to distress the accounting spiderwebs left in my brain. It’s really too truly batshit to rearrange your silverware drawer so that every utensil gets its turn, right?

I guess I just need to do dishes less often. Estoy senor brightside.

lost in and out of time

October 11, 2016

Apparently for my particular concert of atoms and experiences, one of the homiest sounds in the world is a chainsaw on a sunny day.

I am