Day 4,632: Crashed Out

Day 4,632: Crashed Out

The new book is a beautiful, perfect 12 pages long. I was honestly expecting to struggle a bit today to hit that goal, but I didn’t. We’ll see how tomorrow goes. The US crashed out of the World Cup tonight. And they really shit the bed on the way. Yikes. That was…not...
Day 4,631: Azteca

Day 4,631: Azteca

The Mexico vs England game was lit. LIT. My goodness. So much fun. My sympathies to the Mexico supporters, and my congrats to the English. I’m used to seeing England disappoint in the World Cup, to be honest, the same with the US. But they look good. We look good....
Day 4,630: Bubble Bubble

Day 4,630: Bubble Bubble

It sounds like a cauldron outside. It’s bubbling with fireworks, all across the valley. Or the sound of a battlefield, I imagine…but cauldron occurred to me tonight for the first time. There’s a constant background hubbub of all the far off detonations that really...
Day 4,629: Party Rock

Day 4,629: Party Rock

Mr. Nobody Against Putin is very, very good. My goodness. Heartbreaking. Funny. Inspiring. Disturbing. All in equal measure. He’s living in exile now after making the film, which is pretty much all you need to know about it. Really loved it. A better writing day...
Day 4,628: Mountain Mama

Day 4,628: Mountain Mama

Coops has always liked a lean. He’s up on the bed now, but just a minute ago he was down in his bed, just leaning on the raised edge of it. He presses up like that with his shoulder and his head. Loves it. Always looking for that position, pretty much, no matter where...