Yesterday I was able to sit for several hours and just draw. It was frustrating and wonderful at the same time. Our drawing workshop of sorts, was led by Katrina Van Grouw, artist and author of The Unfeathered Bird (note: Read more…
I’ve moved the blog to Squarespace. Still arranging everything just so, but this will be the place for the next two years or so. Let me know what you think.
The Fiddleback has published NECROLOGY, a progressive series of flash essays.
In the morning, I get to take a left turn at Albuquerque. Driving is stressful for me. As a result, I eat poorly on the road, play the music too loud, and get into weird pissing contests with other drivers. Read more…
This morning, I got to meet two new species of African vultures and hang out in and around their exhibit at the Phoenix zoo. Their senior keeper is fantastic and will be a great help in the future. Man, I Read more…
You always regret the last drink you had. The one you think knocked you over the edge of this is one heck of a hangover into the pit of am I dead? Maybe I’m dead and this is what hell Read more…
Lack of sleep. I have been going to bed late (the sights to see are too many! the conversation is too good! so many photos to download and upload!) and getting up early (travel always seems to require getting up Read more…
I spent the last week or so being a tourist with old and new friends in both Rotterdam and Vienna. But now I’m back on the job. I have to get up early in the morning, so a couple of Read more…
I am too tired today to write a whole post. That happens. An owl died today; I saw some amazing vulture behavior at the nature park outside of town; I ate another sweet waffle. To see today’s full gallery of Read more…
By “they,” I mean “lunches.” Chipz had potential… a deep fried variety pack, a deep fried burger, and fries (no mayo, please). Except, like many good romances, it always looked more delicious in my dreams. Bicky Burger and the accompanying Read more…