31. The Winter Branches25. Grey Days
February 10, 2014

2AM cab ride in from the airport. Snow on the roads. Cabbie lets me know she’s from Colorado and “This ain’t snow”. This ain’t snow, ok, but we slide a bit on the offramp and I’m white-knuckling it all the way home, 2:30 by the time I hit the sheets. Out for coffee the next […]

January 8, 2014

Sunny this afternoon. Out for a walk, Palo Alto surprised me. Feeling the warmth on my arms and face. January 8. Reminded me of San Diego. In the pool, swimming. The day after Christmas. The day after New Years. Texting or tweeting to friends in Chicago, to friends in D.C. Walking around downtown Palo Alto […]

December 22, 2013

Saturday morning at Coava. Listening to my macchiato being made: Phuss, phiss and bang. Out the big windows, a December morning. Grey, silver city skyline across the river, Grand Ave flying by, a streetcar jammed with Christmas shoppers. This line of thinking, simple iteration over what’s there – “Macchiato’s on the bar!” – coffee morning. […]

February 2, 2012

“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.” – Andrew Wyeth     – Jon Oropeza

January 7, 2012

Come home with a baguette. Put the block on the counter, in the sunlight coming through the open window. Put the baguette on the block, cut it in half. Drain a can of tuna. Dice shallot, wash arugula, rinse olives. Slice an egg. A few sprigs of asparagus are nice. Little glass of Pastis alongside? […]

January 1, 2012

Pessimism operates in a narrow field of vision that fails to take into account the possibilities at the outer edges of experience. But I’d been hugging the inner curb of experience too long in my hometown. So I moved to San Diego. To go to school. At SDSU. I was 21. First few months, I […]