8/13/08
Sandahbeth Spae, my beloved wife, helpmeet, roommate, hot girlfriend, musical collaborator, confidant, counselor, unindicted coconspirator and occasional sparring partner, died June 15th. She was 57... (read on)

6/12/08
Sandahbeth went into the hospital April 16th, diagnosed with necrotizing fasciitis... (read on)

5/15/08
Ordinarily, I'm the perfect model of a treehugger, the very picture, elegantly framed and tastefully lit, of a lover of nature. My deep personal feelings for our chlorophyl-enhanced brethren, sistren and those of less evident gamete preference exceed all bounds of verbal description, at least those to which human language is limited. Who can truly express with mere words the majesty of a thousand-year-old redwood thrusting into the dawn mists, the delicate scent of a dew-spangled rosebud, the furious, limb-ripping viciousness of the besieged blackberry thicket?

Obviously, not me. Moving right along... (read on)

3/11/08
Despite my need to make a living and/or maintain my property, I'm not certain I was properly constructed for civilized life. Specifically, civilized life involving power tools... (read on)

1/11/08
The past 20 years of S's and my domestic abodes have superficially resembled that famous drawing of the Ascent of Man, from tree-dwelling van and trailer to shambling class A to upright club-wielding doublewide to (ostensibly) civilized suburban cheesebox. One feature that doesn't change in either evolutionary line is speed bumps... (read on)