They're only useful for horse riding, cycling and some physical exercise, and they're extremely uncomfortable.
Well, the experiment with posting something every week lasted about eight weeks. But I do have something that I hope will make up for it: an excerpt from (still tentatively titled) The Guest! A few months back a small online literary magazine that appears to be based in Britain (though they didn’t correct my American… Continue reading Book Report
On a recent weekend, I received a text message inviting me to what my friend called a “man night.” There would be wood-fired pizza, smoked meats, whiskey and decent beer, he said. It would take place at his parents’ house in Burien, a working class town about midway along the suburban lull between Seattle and… Continue reading Man Night
The Club feels like an airplane for two reasons. Firstly the ceiling is quite low and hums faintly with the unseen HVAC systems piping air, water and power from the bowels of the street high into the air. The second is the Club’s altitude — it orbits 75 stories above the city. There is no access… Continue reading In The Tower
Distraction is one of the great perils of white collar work, right up there with poor posture and the development of flabby, underused leg muscles. That’s because if you’re working on a computer in 2019, you’re almost certainly on the internet — and more engaging activities are never more than a click or two away.… Continue reading Exploring the World From Your Desk
Last week, we started a two-part series where I tried to wrap my feeble mind around an evolving fixation on borders. We started with grandiose adventures across the somewhat meaningless boundary between Queensland and New South Wales, followed by the thoroughly underwhelming frontiers in Europe and the more exciting crossing further east. Iran/Armenia, 2014 We… Continue reading Post Cards From The Borders, Part Two
Queensland/New South Wales, 1996 - 2004 When I was small, my family lived in a small city on Queensland’s Wide Bay. At least once a year we would load up and drive south, usually over two days. The destination was Tamworth, where my mum grew up and where my grandmother still lives. For me, the… Continue reading Post Cards From The Borders, Part One