On The Crucible of Dixon Ticonderoga #2

I’ve been a book person my whole life but I never was much of a margin scribbler. Sure, I had used highlighters as a kid and underlined things here and there but I was more of a visual recollector. I could sort of see in my mind where on the page things were that I…

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The Patrimony of Crepissage

It has been told that one of the subtle violences committed by modern missionaries in Central America was to force indigenous people to abandon their traditional homes of bundled grasses skimcoated with mud for cinder block houses with corrugated metal roofs. The missionaries insisted that these new houses were better because they would last longer…

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Jacaranda: On The Mandatory Mess of Beauty

The Jacaranda is concussively beautiful tree. Seeing one or seeing a host of them together gets your eyes drunk with a purple wine that is hard to conceive of. The luminous quality of their purple, lilac, and lavender blooms seems to be interior to the petals. You might even say that the saturation of the…

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The Snail: The Purple Donned, Still

Four thousand years ago in Crete ancient fisherman left huge crushed shell middens of a particular kind of sea snail in massive piles in spots in their old cities. We aren’t completely sure what those middens were a sign of but there is a very good guess. Three thousand years ago in ancient Phoenicia, those…

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The Elder Function of Surfing at Huanchaco

I have never surfed. Or ever really tried. I’ve swam in the ocean. I’ve body surfed. And in my youth I used boogie boards on loan from time to time. And I’ve loved the ocean and I have loved surfing movies and video clips and I’ve loved watching from the shore too. How easy it…

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In The Presence of the Ancient Sulawesi Pig: A Remembering

I came across these two prayers for pig hunters recently… ‘Dear Lord. May all dogs be blessed with your grace. To all who wander the fields and forests, may you guide them safely back to camp. Thank you for the blessing of hog meat. Let the hunters always remember it is a gift from you.…

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Soil: The Steady Decay

The last few days have brought the biggest snowfalls in New York City, where I live, in quite some time after many years of quite mild winters or at least light on snow. One of the tiny consequences of these storms have been the flipping over of one of my planters where I have grown…

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