I'm not sure who looks more ridiculous, my dog in her cone head or me in my sleeveless shirt. At least my dog has an excuse. << MORE >>

We walk up the beach just in time to see a three year-old make her first kill. She is neat and efficient, bringing a blue, broken broomstick handle swiftly down onto an overturned Dungeness crab, which is flailing in her father's hand. If I'd learned this trick this earlier, I'd probably eat crab. But I grew up in a place where we didn't set our pots in the morning, where we didn't row a little dinghy out into a gorgeous bay with our friends, leaning out over the side at a 45 degree angle to pull up the heavy pots. I experienced neither the romance of the harvest, nor the carnage of the kill. By the time I came to live in a mysterious place by the sea, I'd been unduly influenced by Disney's singing crustaceans, by serious philosophical treatments of environmental limits. By the time I came to the sea, I was a vegetarian. << MORE >>

We have fruit rotting on the vine in two gardens. << MORE >>

I'm beginning to see things for what they are rather than what I believe they should be. I'm not sure why it took me so long to get this point, but with this new perspective I suddenly have a lot more time on my hands. << MORE >>

Bo and I are having an argument about the lawn. He wants more of it and I, less. We stand on a freshly mowed patch of grass at our cabin in the San Juan islands, the place we bought to get away from it all, to relax. The place, I now realize, many people go to do many things, but not to relax. << MORE >>

Step Two: Stare at Your Navel. What was it Alanis Morriset said about gratitude? "Thank you, thank you, thank you... India... blah, blah." As a Canadian she probably knows a thing or two about crappy weather. Introspection is a decent short term solution to gray. Doesn't Morriset thank gray too? Maybe it was kudos to terra cotta - no matter. Nasty weather gives us a good reason to stay inside and really dwell on ourselves, to dwell in the inner dwelling of our souls. << MORE >>

I've tried all of the typical approaches to fight global warming: the lightbulbs, the bus, the calls to my lawmakers. But the news continues to worsen, and I get the feeling that we are in it for the long haul. As the economy tanks and the polar caps melt, I think it's time to get creative. It's time for mustaches against global warming. << MORE >>

Walking my dog tonight I passed a curious object: a little foil pie pan containing a pair of reading glasses and a note saying "Are these yours?" Only in Seattle. I've passed these glasses for weeks. Some neighbor's walked past this little tin on her way home from work, wondering if today would be the day that these five dollar spectacles would be reunited with their long lost, surely angst ridden owner. Some neighbor dedicated her time and energy to finding a home for this tiny bit of plastic and glass. I ask you Seattle: Are These Yours?<< MORE >>

Maybe if I tell you what I do for a living it will explain why I'm impersonating Elvis this Saturday. << MORE >>

Today I got kicked out of a pet store and locked out of my house. Then things got interesting. << MORE >>