Owing to morning temperatures in the low-twenties, the birdbaths have seized up again. The air, meanwhile, is very dry, the streets are dry, and every bush and twig. Saturday afternoon, I was able to climb onto the roof with our electric blower and hundred-foot extension cord, and blow off all of the debris left behind by the fall storms. The fir needles were deep; the cones were plentiful; and there […]
A clear, chilly morning of thirty degrees. Out under the stars, I ran for the forty-second consecutive day, making six weeks of barefoot sandal running. I saw no one, and was met by only one car, which was driven by one of this country’s many thousands of “independent contractors” delivering packages. I’m about halfway through Melville’s Typee, the narrator of which has come to question who is truly civilized — […]
I’ll note here a pleasant, long overdue trip to the town of Lincoln City on the Oregon coast. It was a chilly, foggy drive, but by the time we arrived yesterday at about ten in the morning, the sun was shining brightly, the temperature was fifty degrees, and there was only a light breeze — a perfect day for sandals and a walk on the beach — after we’d visited […]
William Michaelian 