I'm thankful that this is a shorter workweek. It has been a difficult one to be in public service. And then Leonard Cohen died. What a year 2016 has been, and it's not even over. I read Margaret Atwood's "The Handmaid's Tale" for the first time about twenty years ago and I re-read it every few... Continue Reading →

I was thumbing through this fun book my dad sent called "Let's Bring Back: The Lost Language Edition" and found this phrase. It is meant to be soothing but it sounds pretty ominous too. (Bonus failed Uncial in the corner.) Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: nothing in particular. Must be time for... Continue Reading →

I've introduced FunkyPlaid to "Detectorists" and I'm enjoying it even more the second time around. Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: that great theme song again. https://open.spotify.com/track/0jp1YFgWn67BtAVDZRaSqM

"A word after a word after a word is power." ― Margaret Atwood Ink: green from a sample vial I found with no label, oops Pen: Conklin All-American (1.1mm italic) Paper: Bloc Rhodia No. 16 Writing from: my study. Listening to: "Life Itself" by Glass Animals. https://open.spotify.com/track/2cKBRXAja8JIgF2gSmrMke

We all have those days. You know the kind. The emotional hits start and they keep on coming.  That's when I turn to Jack's mantra from "Croupier", a favorite film of mine. And some pretty ink the color of well-loved blue jeans doesn't hurt at all. Ink: Private Reserve Midnight Blues Pen: Pilot Vanishing Point... Continue Reading →

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