May 7 – May 11, 2018 Ann starts off the week by tapping into her inner Aldo Leopold and remembering the forests of her youth in Northern Illinois. The trees and critters and flowers might be the same but you can’t ever really go home again. Jessa discusses the Green Party and the party over […]
Month: May 2018
I used to snicker at people who religiously read their daily horoscopes. Astrology is not science. Not even close. “No one has shown that astrology can be used to predict the future or describe what people are like based on their birth dates,” some exasperated person at NASA wrote in a Tumblr post debunking a […]
It started with the maggots. One hot Australian January morning, unlucky beachcombers had discovered millions of the fleshy nubs orgiastically crawling over each other and everything else on Newport Beach. No one knew where they had come from, and the beach-storming maggots left without an explanation. But when they returned, it was for good. They […]
Some of the best shows on television should have ended before they did. Dexter, Weeds, some even think The Office dragged its feet out the door a few seasons too many. There are shows that are still going that really should be put out of their misery already (looking at you, Family Guy). It’s hard […]
These things always look impossible until they are inevitable. Cannabis is to be legal across Canada starting this summer. Hard at work on winning hearts and minds for the plan, our Prime Minister tells the story of his late brother Michel, who crashed his car as a 23-year-old with two joints stashed in his glove […]
I grew up near stands of what passes in northeast Illinois for old-growth forest. The definition of “old-growth” is apparently a work in progress. I take it to mean a forest that was there before a particular part of the country was cleared and settled, and in northeast Illinois that was pretty late, around the 1830’s.* […]
April 30 – May 4, 2018 Sorry, this is late today. But I finished a hard story, the lilacs are going for world domination, the robins think they own the place, and I was unable to stay inside and type. Why is it that writing about people who are normally-good is so much easier than […]
I lay under a boulder not long ago with a sculptor. The rock must have been 20 tons or more, balanced on a sandstone pedestal hardly bigger than the crook of my elbow. The actual points of contact between the boulder and its support had been winnowed by the wind down to almost nothing. The […]
