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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 [...]
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 [...]
I added a news to section to my blog
Small news section will follow recent publications, notes on writing, writers, music, maybe river levels, swell reports, and other laminar flow.
Best Sentence I’ve Read All Week: Julie Schwietert
I could see the owner doing a mental calculation: Talk money now because I really want the money or talk money later because I’d be really freaked out to see this goy drop her kid right here, right now. -Julie Schwietert “Labor & What’s Left: A Few Notes“
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fragments from Segundo’s emails