Hiller and I went a million miles from home to drink. It took 45 minutes on the bus. The plan was to visit strange bars on the forgotten side of Portland. The natives called it “Mock Crest” and it was where the serious people lived. Inside the Two Point Inn, our first bar, the country […]
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Honesty, in the youth generation of now, will nearly always produce a scoff. Don’t listen to it. Earnest experiences are still around and they are right here, in the form of verse. Be good to your babies, teach them that irony doesn’t pay and that we were a generation of earnest people, part of a world that lived without fear because we knew the worst of it. We knew of our parents’ fear of nuclear war and ultimate destruction and we knew of our own generation’s idea of destruction: senseless and always in the form of two steel towers crumbling. We will not live in fear but we will afford this chance to look more closely at our own emotional reactions. And be aware of our actions.
I was not aware that snow does in fact, on a sunny day, cause snow blindness and when the snow is uninterrupted , can cause the ground to appear to be glowing with a hot yellow-white that looks like a cartoon gold mine just below the surface of the snow, or the sun twice removed. […]
I woke up in a motel room. There was an impenetrable fog outside. I couldn’t find my keys. For a reason I couldn’t explain, I was fully clothed. I moved out into the fog. I sensed that someone was watching me and looked to my left, where my car was […]
I got back yesterday from the strangest trip I can ever remember taking. The destination was Salt Lake City–for no reason in particular–and I was going to be moving through a strange western world, as a perpetual stranger. I traveled east across Oregon, past the lush and massive green trees that bow towards the mighty […]
