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This isn’t about Kodak. It’s about music, and a dream, and the end of something really important.I didn’t think I’d be posting something again so soon, even though I’ve been saving this one for some time. I didn’t know what I was saving it for exactly, it just seemed like as soon as I made the decision to write it, I couldn’t make the connection. But now I know that if I don’t write it today, I may never write it at all, and now suddenly that connection is there. Probably for the last time.I have Paul’s camera.When I went to Oklahoma for his funeral, I borrowed my dad’s car to get around town that week. The day I met ... more

Technically I should be planning a novel right now. So I’m going to write about my birthday instead. Because most of the fun of writing a novel is thinking about writing it. And then putting it off by writing something else.Yesterday I turned 41. Big. Fucking. Deal. No, really, I don’t care. As far as age goes, I’m fine with where I am in life. I’m 41 and I look, well, younger than that (although this year has definitely aged me). I’m 5’ 8” and I weigh 123 pounds. I’m in the most creative and spiritual part of my life thus far. I have the job of my dreams. In live in one of the coolest places on the planet. ... more

Me: You gotta see this picture from Vancouver. It’s not right. The light is weird. Mom: Yeah... it’s like the sun is too high for it to be that dim. Me: That’s it. It’s that weird northern light. This was taken at 6pm but it just doesn’t look right to me. It looks sort of apocalyptic. Mom: ... What? Me: I had a dream that looked like this. It was a beach and the light was weird, just like this. It had red and white striped umbrellas. It was at the edge of the world. I knew if I walked to the water, I would fall off the world. Mom: ... ? Me: Because it was at the very top ... more

I’ve decided to add a category to this blog called “dreams.” I have them once in a while. Not as often or as vividly as I used to, thanks to a certain furry alarm clock who likes to comb my scalp with her claws at random intervals during the night, but every once in a while, one sneaks through. While I was in Vancouver last week without said alarm clock, in a very comfy bed at the Marriott, one snuck through. It was last Saturday morning, my last day in the city. I still can’t get it out of my head.I’m not going to write about the most personal ones or the dreams that aren’t either beautiful or meaningful in ... more