People are always asking me if I know Tyler Durden…* Last week I wrote about my two week hike through Swedish wilderness. Turns out, two weeks of carrying a heavy pack through a sunlight-drenched silent congregation of pine trees is a good way to do a few things: It’s a good way to sweat (I […]Read more "Buddhism, Seneca, and Tyler Durden"
Another crack of thunder. This one loud enough that the windows rattle. I can hear rain hammering on the roof, pouring from the gutter into the rain butt which tomorrow I’ll use to wash. From the warmth of my sleeping bag I remember seeing when we arrived that the cabin was supported at each corner […]Read more "The 3 And A Half Things I Learned From Not Being Eaten By A Bear In Sweden*"
I make things all the time. Pieces of music, poetry, little collections of photographs, essays (impromptu dance routines) etc, etc. Some things grow into larger projects and some I make just to make. One of my favourite things is to show up in the studio (can you see I have nothing up my sleeve?) and […]Read more "A Trace of Memory – A New, Free, and Ephemeral Thing"