Deer Isle, Maine

I’ve been living on an island off the coast of Maine. Making fresh and aged cheese, various goat milk based treats, and becoming immersed in the world of the charming, bumptious, and truly noblest of farm animals… the goat. And despite the coin-shaped bruises and being coated in the unmistakable smell of young buck I’m…

Bloggin’ not floggin’

I heard somewhere that if you’re angry or frustrated you’ll eventually hit someone or start a blog. I can relate; it was only when cornered in a work environment surrounded by devotees to the status quo that I felt the urge TO SPEAK, THE WORLD MUST KNOW!! Having been in fringe-style environments before that, I…

In the woods

Had a wonderful escape with a lovely lady. I played at tracker, map and compass reader, fire starter. I mean, she bent over the fire babying it for 30 minutes and I provided encouragement while tending to the flask. There wasn’t any human or wildlife, which I know I’m supposed to idealize, but it was…

I Got a Bag of My Own*

Yes, I’m now out of the job market. I’ve still crept into the office a few times in the last two weeks, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. There’s a huge shift already, as I’m back to my preferred schedule of waking at 3am to read, watch episodes of…

Apropos of nothing – a few words on clothing choices

A friend once asked me to take her clothes shopping for her birthday. As much as I enjoy indulging the whims of my remarkable friends, I take issue with the personal stylist thing – I get it if you’ve got a brand going, you’re in the public eye. But having someone else dress you rubs me the…

Travelogue Part Two: Stalking of the snake spirit

Below are photos from a recent road trip to the Eastern Sierras, taking the Sonora Pass over to Bridgeport. I’m on a hot-springs kick and wanted to visit Travertine and Buckeye. Met some nice ranchers and hippies, who all had recommendations for places to visit and complaints about the drought. I put almost 1000 miles…

Depreciation of poetic language in scientific writing

Can electrical engineers write like this again, please? How about the PR machine I work for? Maybe I wouldn’t delete their slew of press releases so quickly: Though free to think and act, we are held together, like the stars in the firmament, with ties inseparable.  These ties cannot be seen, but we can feel…