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I have a new gig.  Guest blogger on Art of Manliness.  It’s fun and I recommend it.  It’s not at all what you think. Art of Manliness My articles (so far) are here and here. Respectfully submitted, Canoelover P.S.  Yes, … Continue reading →

So I was invited to be a guest writer for the website The Art of Manliness.  It’s pretty cool, not at all what you think.  If you read it, you’ll see what I mean.  Not about being a testosterone-poisoned Neanderthal, … Continue reading →

I have to choose between two October activities. A 12 x 14 canvas tent (with wood stove), using big old cameras to shoot pictures in Yellowstone and the Tetons. …or… A week in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness (same … Continue reading →

When I got to work this morning there was a long, skinny box in the receiving bay. For the record, long, skinny boxes in the receiving bay mean paddles.  I like paddles, therefore I like long, skinny boxes.  And this … Continue reading →

…but thanks to Wife 1.2, I was able to schedule three three-day solo trips on the calendar, plus a week in the BWCA on October. I married up. Respectfully submitted, Canoelover

I don’t like resolutions, because they’re usually related to a negative behavior: “I will stop overeating…I will stop smoking…I will stop using so many ellispes…” What I do like are positive affirmations; “I will drink more tea instead of pop; … Continue reading →

I’m a little envious of my friends who move every 4-5 years.  There’s an automatic necessity to purge.  After ten years in this house, we’re getting a little accumulative.  I’m reading websites and all that about simplifying your life, etc. … Continue reading →

Happiness is being dragged through a vacant lot at 25 mph by a 4-Runner in a borrowed whitewater C-1. Ecstasy is not hitting any trees. Respectfully submitted, Canoelover

Not mononucleosis. Monochrome. I miss film.  I miss the smell of developer.  I miss contact sheets.  I miss working in the dark, a boombox in the background playing classic rock.  I miss stumbling over my feet to change the station … Continue reading →

I am descended through my paternal line back to 12th century Wales, and that’s just what I know about.  I’m sure there’s a good 1,000 years of Celtic blood flowing through my veins. It sure explains a lot.  Although my … Continue reading →