dirt

I love dirt. A prostitute once told me, when we were camping along the river with babies, that dirt is like sex. People are disgusted or afraid of it, but really we are born from it. When I was a kid we used to go once a week to the laundromat for a shower. We… Continue reading dirt

Little miracles

Today I saw a quote in a bookstore that said There are two ways to live your life. One as though nothing is a miracle. The other as though everything is. I want to write it on a pretty piece of paper and tape it to my ceiling. I also saw an amazing collage-ish thing… Continue reading Little miracles

crazy in the strip club

If you’ve been reading for a while, you may have noticed that I have a strange affinity for people who’s perceptions of reality are, well, different from the majority’s. Delusional, schizophrenic, psychotic. Whatever, we’ll just call them crazy and mean it in the most affectionate way. Here in Alaska, and especially at this little club,… Continue reading crazy in the strip club

hmmm….

Here’s what the newspaper had to say about the police chase I was behind yesterday. http://www.adn.com/news/alaska/crime/story/8973444p-8888258c.html Note the many, many discrepencies between my first hand account and what the police say happened. Girdwood? Ten miles? Hardly. Pulled over on his own? Yeah, right. (A couple miles past where they blocked the road, I did see… Continue reading hmmm….