Savage Journal 2.

SAVAGE JOURNAL ENTRY 2.                I mentioned yesterday, dear diary, that I can’t seem to keep a horse long. It is hard for a roaming barbarian swordsman to retain possessions, equine or otherwise.                Take today, for instance. I had this throwing stick, well balanced, solid, fit comfortably in the palm of my hand. I… Continue reading Savage Journal 2.

Texas

I have moved. I remember when moving involved a few buddies and a pickup truck. The whole thing took an afternoon and there was time to go out for beer after. As a family man moving halfway across the country… not so much. I spent the vast majority of my life in the Pacific Northwest,… Continue reading Texas

Books: The Un-Boxening. Resurrected Post.

August 28, 2016 Books: The Un-Boxening I’ve moved into a new house. A new house seemingly inhabited by boxes. Boxes that shift and rearrange themselves into a continuously moving maze. I started tackling one section of that maze, attempting to clear away the savage boxes to make room for civilized living. Specifically, the room that… Continue reading Books: The Un-Boxening. Resurrected Post.

Under Construction. Resurrected Post.

June 5, 2016 Under Construction It is a commonplace observation that writing and construction are analogous. I’ve made the comparison myself a time or two. Yesterday I had reason to consider it again. I’m having a house built. It’s in a nice subdivision of a far Portland suburb, right across the street from a park.… Continue reading Under Construction. Resurrected Post.