100 Happy Days

I am trying to get my shit together. Habit RPG was helping with that, and is still, but around my birthday various bummers started crawling back the same way I always see things wiggling just at the edge of my vision. I’ve joked before that I wish I had the same kind of depression I did in my early twenties, the kind that came with a single-minded focus and drove me to constantly make things.  There’s a lot of stuff here that I’m not saying, that is boring, but the…

How long is time

The latest Perpetual Edge Case (a newsletter from the genius brain of R. Stevens) had, as usual, a couple good points. I like Tumblr and Twitter and all, but you’ll pry my website from my cold, dead pizza cutter prosthesis. No corporate platform is going to keep your stuff up out of nostalgia. Host it yourself or go the way of Geocities. And I felt bad for my little abandoned blog. And my other abandoned blog. And then I missed RSS. But fuck it, whatever, right? I’ve been posting into…

Project Dayshoot: what I’m doing on Monday

I grew up in a small town in South-ish, Central-ish Willamette Valley. Then I moved to another small town and lived there for a long time. While Chase and I lived in Forest Grove I documented the places we went and the drives we took. Part of me always wanted for the WPA to happen again, or to figure out a grant for us to just drive and document. Now, we get to (or, more properly, Chase gets to and I get to assist and document) be part of Project…

And to think my intentions were so good

So, I saw a sweet little moment at the Medieval Faire in Forest Grove. And I was like, “I’m gonna paint that all Norman Rockwell stylez.” Because I miss painting. It was fun. I super love using using my Instagram as a documentation of process. But everything is the Loc-Nar, for me, so. The feeling sort of changed. I do love how this turned out and I decided that since the original is just getting filed away somewhere I might as well make it available to get as a print…

Even so, went through it in about a day and a half

Each year, around my birthday, I allow myself one box of cereal. This year it’s wheat Chex, because I live an exciting life. Even though we break the “no-grain” rule with some regularity, simply not having specific foods (like: cereal, loaves of bread and, as of this year, tortillas) in the house has gone such a long way to prevent too-easy meals and snacks from being relied on. It creates a space where new food habits are built. A special bonus is that we’ve effectively stripped all my comfort-binging foods…