We’re settling in to Innisfree, which means we’re also meeting our neighbors. Sydney is getting particularly up close and personal since the back porch he inhabits feels like its more part of the forest than the house. On Thursday morning, Sydney and I watched as doe walked cautiously past the porch. Syd was nervous but […]
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Do not go gentle into that good night …
I’ve watched the entire Deadwood series at least 5 times. I’ve also rewatched John from Cincinnati multiple times. And I’m still astounded by David Milch’s writing. Who else could put a chunk of dialogue like this in a character’s mouth: “I may have fucked up my life flatter ’n hammered shit, but I stand here […]
Settling in
After a week at Innisfree, we’re starting to feel at home. Sydney and Sunny are settling into their routines. Sydney even managed to draw first blood on the cabin, feasting briefly on the cedar baseboard behind his cage. So I’ll spend this weekend crafting an Anti-Sydney Device to place behind his cage. Come to think […]
Seeing the forest — and the trees
One the cusp of buying a cabin with 16 acres of forest, I started obsessing about trees. The book Seeing Trees: Discover the Extraordinary Secrets of Everyday Trees has been aiding and abetting my new fixation. One of the recommendations author Nancy Ross Hugo makes in Seeing Trees is to name specific trees and watch […]
Slo-mo Sydney
Our cabin in the woods
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. — The Lake Isle of Innisfree, W.B. Yeats I’ve dreamed of living in the […]
Celebrating 2 years of Sunshine
Rest in peace, W.S. Merwin
I became hooked more than 30 years ago, the first time I encountered his poems in The Carrier of Ladders. It was beautiful, stunning, strange. Sad to hear Merwin has moved on. As for the rest of us, well … We continue by W S MerwinFor Galway Kinnell The rust a little pile of western color […]
I’m struttin’ my stuff, y’all …
¡Vamanos Pens!
(This is my last installment in El Gringo Feo’s Costa Rica Diary. I left sooner than planned due to family issues and realized I’d never posted this final entry. If you want to read El Gringo Feo from the beginning, start here.) October 26, 2018 — Sadness at leaving. No howlers this morning. Even the agouti […]