It’s many months back that I got the pitch mail from BC Tourism. Camping is in, it said, or something like that, and BC is an awesome place to camp. I summarize, of course, they were considerably more poetic, as those pitching tourism are wont to be. The crux of the matter was this: Did …
It is easy, with a handful of years behind us, to say that on September 11, 2001, everything changed. It is easy to look back and see ourselves shifted into shadow and grief as though in that one horrible moment, something black crossed in front of the sun. And for some it is true, it …
One of my favorite humans finally made his inaugural visit — accompanied by his excellent companion — to Seattle last weekend. We roamed the city, ate really good food, and looked at things. I took a few pictures.
While there are many adventures in the near future, for the present, in the now, it’s all house guests all the time. The extended euro-family sent a delegate and old art school friends seem to be resurfacing in my living room, of all places. I get the pleasure of dragging them around my city, telling …
“We are the Cowlitz Tribe and this is our land! Welcome to our land!”
…even ukulele players. Hey, I never said I had skill or talent, only that I did, indeed, play the uke. This mangled version, mistakes and all, is based roughly on this one from Chordie. You should record yourself playing it and show me how it ought to be done. Happy Sunday.