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Dear Amy, Yes, I was researching for a Brooks Saddle for my new Trek 520, and I know that you know everything I type in my browser.  The All-Seeing Eye, y’know.  Annuit Coeptis and all that.  If you were a … Continue reading →

…but I am not altogether living…hydrocodone makes me sick but allows me to function why that stupid nerve that comes out of my neck and down my back and through my triceps has its way with me. That said, life … Continue reading →

Yep, I’ve been absent here after quite a while of consistent posts.  There are explanations. 1)  I am writing more for filthy lucre.  As of February 1 I am the paddlesports columnist for Silent Sports Magazine. I have also become … Continue reading →

Denn alles Fleisch, es ist wie Gras und alle Herrlichkeit des Menschen wie des Grases Blumen. Das Gras ist verdorret und die Blume abgefallen. One of my favorite pieces of music is Brahm’s Ein deutsches Requiem.  Normally we call it … Continue reading →

Hey. I try to put stuff up here fairly often, but the truth is, I’ve been writing a lot on the side (the paying gig stuff) and I believe that there are only so many words inside my head that … Continue reading →

Do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am — the reluctant enthusiast… a part time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half for yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for … Continue reading →

I am a poet, and read my poems in a strange, nasally sing-song voice. People say, “Why does he read so strangely?” But then they will say; “Oh, he is a poet, and he is better than us.” They are … Continue reading →

I just purchased a new portable titanium stove from Four Dog Stoves, owned by Don Kevilus, a self-taught genius who understands How Things Work. He builds well designed and thought out portable stoves for use in heating up small canvas … Continue reading →

A few years ago I took a kayak trip to Puget Sound and paddled in one of my favorite places, Deception Pass.  It’s a tricky place when the tides aren’t slack with an eddy fence that might as well be … Continue reading →

This is a little essay that I wrote for the Canoecopia show guide.  Thought it fit nicely here. 34 degrees. It trickled into my boots, bled through my wool pants, then seeped through the other layers until the full impact … Continue reading →