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On the Malleability of Time

In which I meditate on the strange ebbs and flows of time, it’s strange ability to elongate and contract to fit our mental state.

In which I meditate on the strange ebbs and flows of time, it’s strange ability to elongate and contract to fit our mental state.

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Stop! I Will Tell You What to Do

In which Kris isn’t bossy — she just likes to tell me what to do.

In which Kris isn’t bossy — she just likes to tell me what to do.

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The Decemberists (Live in Concert)

In which I accompany Paul and Tom to see The Decemberists perform. In which Paul has trouble remembering the name of a former girlfriend.

In which I accompany Paul and Tom to see The Decemberists perform. In which Paul has trouble remembering the name of a former girlfriend.

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When the bullet hits the bone!

In which I find your lack of faith disturbing.

In which I find your lack of faith disturbing.

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Everything Here Is True

In which I discuss the difference between truth and Truth, between fact and fiction, especially as it relates to weblogs.

In which I discuss the difference between truth and Truth, between fact and fiction, especially as it relates to weblogs.

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Roadside Weeds of Canby, Oregon

In which I describe, in words and photographs, the common weeds around my home.

In which I describe, in words and photographs, the common weeds around my home.

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Independence Day

In which I remember the end of my father’s life.

In which I remember the end of my father’s life.

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Best Clam Chowder Ever

In which I share the recipe for my famous clam chowder, a chowder I like better than any other I’ve tried.

In which I share the recipe for my famous clam chowder, a chowder I like better than any other I’ve tried.

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Peter Jackson’s Helm’s Deep

In which I think Peter Jackson’s Helm’s Deep is overrated.

In which I think Peter Jackson’s Helm’s Deep is overrated.

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U2: A Love Story

In which I loved U2. (Loved, not love.)

In which I loved U2. (Loved, not love.)

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