This dog was dressed to the nines and ready to go shopping at the weekend market to end all markets, the Chatuchak Market in Bangkok, Thailand. Its owner was an equally interesting character — a local “ladyboy” wearing high heels, a mini skirt and white face makeup. — Heather Knight Heather Knight is a Portland, …
Towering basalt cliffs, striated and turfed, punished by the wroth sea and roaring hysterics of the wind, stand in monolithic acceptance of the rain pounding from the anvil sky. Beneath the glacial waters of the Little Minch and through the Sea of the Hebrides, the causeway of the giants extends southwest to County Antrim. Birds …
With everything shiny and new around here, I thought it a good time to invite you over. Bring something to share. Seriously. Show up in my in-box, with a good story, there’s nothing else to it.
Whoa, did that happen? That was freaking amazing! Seriously, who gets to have a month like that, not to mention a whole YEAR? I didn’t earn a lot of money, but wow, I am dizzy with the wonder of what I did do.
I made Some Random Dude mad at me last week. I posted a picture of what I thought was a travesty of an opening line from a travel piece in the Register-Guard, a paper out of Eugene, Oregon. The photo included the writer’s byline and the name of the paper.
Said line? “Recent reports of shark attacks on surfers not withstanding, there’s nothing like a visit to the coastal enclave of Seaside to rekindle one’s imagination of an early 20th century Pacific resort.”
From time to time I get bogged down, lost in the weeds, wrapped up in all the sausage making and inside baseball stuff behind blogging. I’m genuinely interested in how this stuff goes down, after all, I owe a great deal to blogging. I write occasional commentary, meta crap that comes under the heading of …