Tag Archives: writing
people don’t want the truth, they just want a particular concept or ‘brand’ you represent
We moved to Patagonia because we thought we could raise our daughter here in a culture and in a way that didn’t exist back in the US.
That doesn’t mean that we “like it better” necessarily.
There are things I like about here more than I like there.
There are things I like about there more [...]
fragments from Segundo’s emails
These are unedited excerpts of recent emails from Segundo who does not want any internet ‘presence’ but who is a bro I love and miss and whose writing I just want to share anyway:
-just got back from the pueblito (now city) where my pops grew up–went with my last 2 uncles-94 and 87–the last of [...]
what I’d be doing if I weren’t here
As always it’s the split life. Yesterday we had it all put together for a bit as we explored the Rio Azul for the first time as a family. We got dropped off above Camping Dona Rosa and then hiked upstream to Hue Nain. This is the section of river where Cristian Ferrer runs commercial [...]
announcing placefinding blog
After yesterday’s post about placefinding, along with the immediate response I decided to cook up a really simple blog which you can find here: Placefinding.wordpress.com. The premise is really simple-it will explore the way people connect and reconnect to place via their lifestyles, writing, art, and other expressions as well as just placefinding as an [...]
placefinding
As always the point was getting off the map. This place halfway up Cerro Amigo–a rock outcrop covered in cypress and wild rose–wasn’t any more ‘special’ than a patch of grass along an I-80 exit ramp. Except of course it’s where I happened to be right then, along with a pair of Caranchos (South American [...]
Direction-giving for Thanksgiving
Yesterday a family of Mapuche Indians stopped me in the street (addressing me, damnit, as Usted Señor) and asked me if I lived here. I realized that as of 3 days (long enough for me to stop pulling in on the front gate to go out) this was technically true.
I didn’t know the address they [...]
Gardening at Night
I planted the first tomato seedling. Took my time patting the dirt probably more than I needed to (or can you ever really pat it enough?) Planting tomatoes in the corner of your new lot right as the sun drops behind the Andes seems downright auspicious, something that calls for some kind of ceremony (a [...]
Remembering Santiago
After making love tonight I fell asleep for a few seconds then woke back up without any idea of where we were. There seemed to be people cheering all around. People cheering from all different places throughout the sky. Cheering in the dark. Then other sounds. Motorcycle and car engines. Horns. I saw the lights [...]
[damn]
me and lau, 2001. note ’sand free’ kitchen and crossed sticks on either side of fire pit.
Feels like another ‘chapter’ is closing and damn if it can’t come fast enough and yet still feels like it’s all too fast. Yesterday was 2001 and Lau and I had just met. She thought I was from [...]
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