Big Projects

I have this great idea. It’s better than great actually: it’s epic. I think. I just need a chance to flesh it out. I need to sit down, and start to write, start to feel my way around the idea, to test its limits and find its core, the glimmering …

New Tattoo

So I got a new tattoo. It is not normally visible. I got something I’ve been wanting for a while: a Buddhist Dharmachakra. Yes, I know it is kind of cheesy in a way, but remember, it is not normally visible. It is a symbol for me and not for …

Morning Hour

I wake up to the sounds of rats fighting in the walls of the camp, a fury of scratching noises interrupted only by the occasional thump. Aside from it being 5 am, it is not as unpleasant as it sounds: its all a part of being out in the marsh. …

Thinking Big

It’s the middle of the afternoon, and from my office window I watch the shadows chase the traffic down the highway, threatening to overtake it around the turns but never managing much more than a few feet of headway, immediately lost at the next turn. The shadows stay locked tight …

Blocked

I’m blocked. I sit down to write with a cup of tea in a quiet room and I get comfortable. I rid my mind of all the noise of the day, all the noises of life and narrow my focus to a single point, as if by doing so I …

Changing Course

I don’t want come off as some kind of revolutionary, so let’s frame this whole thing first as a thought experiment. What if you changed the fundamental structure of your decision making? What if you shifted your reasoning to a completely new paradigm? What if, for example, money was no …

Country Living

I’m sitting on the patio – a converted carport with the concrete sealed and painted to cover the oil stains – surrounded by the insect buzz and birdsong of the impenetrable summertime woods that envelope my grandmother’s house on this gravel road, in what my wife facetiously likes to call …

Peace

I can’t help it, I read the news. Even though I hate every second of it, even though it makes me miserable and angry, I do it anyway, perhaps out of a sense that with so much disaster in the world (both natural and man-made), the least I can do …

Jet Lag

I awoke early Sunday morning to find “I’m supposed to be asleep” written on my laptop screen, the cursor must have spent all night blinking to an empty room. I hesitate to call this jet lag because since I returned from Europe my sleep patterns have been defined more by …

Meta Awareness

I’m writing this sitting on a breezy balcony five stories above some romantically named back road in Paris. The buildings are all painted varying shades of white with simple yet vaguely monumental ornamentation scattered up the facades from the grey concrete of the sidewalk to the grey metal of the …