We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will. Incredible. The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts.

Ray Bradbury

Portland in My Rearview Mirror

Do jets have rear-view mirrors? (And if they do, what’d be in them?) Such is the strange start to the notes I penned on the red-eye out of Portland, which I have still only begun to transcribe. Not the least of which because when I say, “penned” I...

From the Shameless Self-Promotion Dept.

Join me at Wentworth by the Sea for the Vermont / New Hampshire Direct Marketing Group’s 19th annual conference where I’ll be presenting, Get the “F” Out of Your Web Site. “F”-patterns. “C”-menus. The...

Missed it by *that* much.

When I’m not writing, I read. Voraciously. Eclectically. And of late, I frequently read about writing. I recently discovered John Scalzi’s books — The Android’s Dream, The Ghost Brigades, Old Man’s War — and already I’m a fan....

Forbidden Fruit? Coffee in the Garden of Eden.

Imagine, if you will, an afternoon in the Garden of Eden. You’re kicked back on a La-Z-Boy-shaped hunk of moss trying to collect your thoughts after a hard day’s work naming animals. There are so many, after all, and having spent the better part of a day...

The Valentine’s Day Blizzard

It’s white out there! Don’t be alarmed, that roaring in your ears is just the collective whooping and hollering of everybody in Vermont who has a stake in the ski industry… there’s two feet or more of fresh powder across the entire state, and...

We Lost a Good One…

Ward Barbee — long-time publisher of Fresh Cup Magazine — has passed on. It is with our deepest sadness that we give the news that Ward passed away on August 5. We will miss him for countless reasons, not the least of which were his generosity of spirit...

And the Daisy Goes To…

Congrats to Philip Baruth, whose wicked good political blog — Vermont Daily Briefing — takes home this year’s Seven Daisies Award for Best Vermont Blog. I’m a regular reader of VDB, and I marvel at Philip’s ability to channel his inner...

The View From Up Here

Living in a valley nestled up against the Green Mountains I guess it’s only natural to want to to get a little closer look sometimes — to see the world from up there, to reach out and tickle a cloud or two. I haven’t yet mastered the slopes in the...

Hello, Silvia?

Oh, bother. Since moving to our tiny little homestead in Vermont, what with its galley kitchen and severe lack of counter-space, I’d pretty much given up on home-grown espresso until we’d moved to a grown-up place… i.e. to a home we might someday buy...

Independence Day 2006

For a bang-up Fourth of July parade, there’s no place I’d rather be than a small town in Vermont. From the community bands, to the flag-flying-farm-tractors, to the local squadron of the Lawn Chair March & Drill Team, it’s a family affair, a...

Springtime in Vermont

Last night I grilled dinner on the deck out back, and pointed out to herself how the tulips and daffodils were pokin’ up and thinking about getting their bloom on. Just when you thought it was safe to lose those snow tires… this happens. More: vermont |...

Forty-Two

Speaking of Douglas Adams, I’m astounded (along with everybody else I know) that the Answer to Life, The Universe and Everything may truly be… forty-two. “There is an important sequence of numbers called “the moments of the Riemann zeta...

The Little Coffee Plant that Could

So far as stories go this one’s got everything — a tropical island, dancing goats, kinky botanists (with sultry foreign accents for a bonus), an international rescue mission, all wrapped in absurd tale told by none other than Douglas Adams that’s so...

Seasons a Plenty

Pay no attention to that whooshing sound… it’s yet another flock — a covey? a gaggle? — of missed deadlines and calendar pages swooping by the sunny window overlooking the commons here at Chez Bloggle. The fact that I have a moment to...

Reader Email

Like most everybody with an email address, I get a daily deluge of email offers to sell me mortgages, prescription drugs, and college diplomas… and while I’d love to paper my walls with non-accredited college diplomas in fantastic subjects — Semiotic...

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