“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
I know that I have held a book in my hand every day since I was 6 or 7 years old. That long ago, reading ceased being a choice. It has become as natural to me as a sense of my own pulse. For me, a book is the perfectly designed object, sensual in its weight and the array of its scents, balanced, portable, easy in its use, a […]
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After I climb the ladder and root through the albums, I find the one, carry it to the table, dust it off, pull out the creased Topo Quads , cut a piece of string and set it down in scallops and waves, in occasional straight shots through valleys, in switchback zigzags, and follow once more now across four maps, the route we took through the Beartooths . The rules of teaching in […]
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In the middle of July on the Isle of Skye and on the Outer Hebrides , it rained for nine straight days. Sidewinding rain, deluge rain, misty rain, soaking rain, and when it occasionally cleared and the heat rose, midges appeared … and kleggs, a creature I was convinced I had imagined until I read the letters again. I like my spelling better, but they are Clegs , a Highland horsefly that cuts the skin rather than pierce it. […]
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If you’re not frightened, you should be, at least so much as fear will spur you to resistance. You too can feel it, right? The sense of an ending, of not ever going back, of normalcy being not redefined or amended, but of normalcy itself being thrown into a rubbish pit. It’s not just me out here in some lonely atom of the country watching us prepare to commit […]
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