Along the Urban Ecotone

By: | January 10, 2024

The skirt of Las Vegas, Nevada, is a frictional zone scrubbed with busted tortoise shells and Joshua trees that lean toward the sun. High tension power lines intersect at substations and disperse from there into the desert. A buddy and I camped in this liminal space a couple months ago and all night long the sky over Vegas glowed like a fully lit aquarium. 

Sunrise was a nuclear blast, not a single cloud to stop it. Mountain shadows floated away and the city in its basin filled with brassy November light. The same light landed on this outer edge where my friend and I had slept at the foot of a range past the last construction port-a-potties and banners announcing grand openings of new subdivisions. I sat up in a sleeping bag next to my bicycle, gear gathered around me like an island. Biologists speak in terms of transition zones called ecotones, where dissimilar biological communities meet. This was an ecotone of the city and the wilderness beyond, the ground a matrix of bottle caps, bullet casings, and Mojave Desert scree.

In a chill morning breeze we packed camp onto our bikes a hundred yards behind a pair of green municipal water tanks. Departing the city to get away from its dominating lights, we were on a trek which would take us more than 200 miles to reach full darkness. At 150 miles, Vegas would still be casting a shadow. The next nine days would be 4×4 wilderness where we’d bum drinking water off a Jeep caravan and sleep in growing dark. This morning was our last full breath of the city. 

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The Completion Portfolio

By: | January 8, 2024

Disclaimer: If you come here for the science, you can skip this post. I feel like writing about resource allocation today.

If you ever visit a financial planner or investment advisor, they will likely ask about your job. That’s because much of your wealth, especially if you are young, is invisible. It’s in your ‘human capital’—separate from the financial capital you can see in your accounts—and it’s calculated as the present value of your future earnings.

On every payday throughout your career, you exchange a little human capital for financial capital, running out your stores until you stop working.

Let’s say you have a unionized government job and no intention of leaving. The ghostly presence of your future salary is an asset that’s more like a treasury bond than a stock. It’s low risk and steadily pays out until the bond’s maturity [your retirement].

What fascinates me is what you’re supposed to do with this information. The technique is called a ‘completion portfolio’, and I’m finding the concept extends to all the resources over which you have command, whether you are scraping by week-to-week in the gig economy or sitting like Smaug in a treasure-filled mountain. In some ways, the completion portfolio is a blueprint for life.

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Train Time

By: | January 5, 2024

Pete and I just got back from a winter trip to Colorado. It was a real vacation — we drove around the mountains and mesas, hiked up side canyons, went to bed early, slept in, ate our hosts’ homemade biscuits and gravy for breakfast. (We also saw Christie, who made us such good pizza, and sang karaoke with her husband Dave and her delightful friends.)

The supposed goal of our trip was to get better at cross-country skiing, which for us meant wobbling, occasionally gliding, falling over, and getting back up until our legs were too tired to ski anymore. But we were just as excited about two 24-ish-hour Amtrak train rides we’d booked to and from Colorado — first going east from Sacramento to Grand Junction, where we rented a car, then west on Amtrak from Grand Junction back to Sacramento.

Neither Pete nor I had ridden an overnight train before. We boarded at 11am the day before Christmas Eve and tucked ourselves into our roomette, a matchbox-sized compartment with two fold-down bunk beds. We opened and closed our tiny storage cubbies and our little tray table, then converted our seats into the lower bunk, and took an 11:30am nap. There was no WiFi, but we didn’t care.

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Number the Days

By: | January 3, 2024

I first wrote the following post about how much I love new calendars in January 2020, when I was full of ideas and plans about the coming year. Oops. But even as the pandemic waxed and waned, I continued to love calendars. I’d head into January with the idea that I needed to start this new month, and this new year, with renewed energy and enthusiasm. I opened up my clean new calendars, I made lists, I came up with “programs.” This was the year that I’d get on top of my finances, that I’d finish the book, that I’d become both a dedicated meditation practitioner, adept at slowing down and being in the present moment, and also pack the days with everything I wanted to learn: Spanish, mandolin, quilt-making, capoeira.

Well. By the end of January, all my plans fizzled. Instead of starting the year strong, I’d fall on my face. Last year, the one thing I completed in January was binge-watching the series “Younger,“ which felt like it was speaking directly to my soul. I, too, had spent all this time raising my kids and now was in the no-woman’s-land doldrums of middle age (but, unfortunately, no one was confusing me for Sutton Foster.)

Around the same time as I descended into the first of seven seasons, I began hearing rumblings of rebellion against January as a month of getting your life together. I’d get newsletters from writers like Anna Brones talking about using midwinter as a time of restoration. Hmm. Was that even possible for a calendar lover?

I’m giving it a try. I did buy my big Ansel Adams calendar, but it’s still sitting in the closet in shrinkwrap. I have a daybook, but I haven’t written in it for the past two days. I still haven’t gotten the 2024 edition of the desk calendar I’ve been relying on for several years to track activities and adventures.

I feel . . . surprisingly ok. The days seem less packed, and I haven’t been worried that I’m already behind, because I wasn’t trying to get ahead. I’m finding myself looking more at the trees and the winter stars.

One more good thing: by the time I get my desk calendar, it will probably be on sale. Look at me, making progress on my finances after all!

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So, on Monday I went away to get some writing done. I was at a cheap AirBnB 10 minutes from my house. It’s the first week in January, and although I’m one of those people who doesn’t believe in New Year’s resolutions, I wanted some time at the beginning of the year to see where I was on some various projects. And to work on my calendars.

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Day Tripper

By: | December 31, 2023

This post first ran on Dec. 31, 2010, though with a different main image, and it has run just about every New Year’s Eve since then. Back in the day, the lead image was a close-up of the crown of the 2009 pole. That image still appears as part of this essay, only farther down. Instead, the new image at the top of this post is a photo of me at the Pole resting my hand on the crown of the pole. I made the substitution after this photo resurfaced on a long-forgotten roll of film. Yes: “roll of film.” Hence, above, the funky contrast, the inconsistent tint, the overall granularity, etc. (Also, as has become customary, I’ve changed the dates in this year’s post to keep it current.)

By the time you’re reading this post, 2024 will have already arrived at the South Pole. Even if you’re reading it the instant it pops up on the Internet, at 7 a.m. EST December 31, 2023, the New Year will already be an hour old. Unless, of course, you happen to be obsessively refreshing your LWON bookmark from the Line Islands (pop. ~ 8,000), the easternmost atolls in the Republic of Kiribati, or from the Chatham Islands (pop. 730), a New Zealand archipelago not only way off the southeastern coast of the mainland but in a time zone all its own (and how cool is that?).

You don’t have to go to the South Pole to appreciate how arbitrary our conceptions of space and time are, but it helps. And fifteen years ago today (tomorrow? yesterday?) I found myself, thanks to a grant from the National Science Foundation to support research for a book, at the Pole.

By “at the Pole,” I don’t mean just at the Amundsen-Scott South Pole Station, the modern and rather posh living quarters for the approximately 200 scientists and support personnel who work there during the October-to-February austral summer, as well as the 50 or so who keep the place running for the rest of the year.

Nor do I mean the various outposts within walking distance where scientists conduct research in astronomy, geology, particle physics, climatology, and other areas.

And I don’t mean the ceremonial South Pole, the striped-barbershop photo-op version, semi-encircled by the flags of the twelve nations that signed the 1961 treaty setting aside the continent for scientific pursuits.

I mean at the Pole.

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Not Everything Is Terrible

By: | December 29, 2023
A glass jar filled with lit sparklers at sunset, the glittering sparks illuminating the dusk.

Ed. note: It’s easy to believe that literally every single thing on this earth is broken, awful, and/or doomed. But it’s not true. Some things (not most, but some!) are good. Here are a few unexpected moments—and geese—that have comforted us, given us hope, or brightened a difficult day.

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The People of LWON Tell You What to Watch

By: | December 27, 2023

Welcome to the second of three LWON end-of-2023 lists. This time, we look back at the film, video, and television that has moved us this year.

For further view-spiration (viewspo?) here are the lists from four previous years:

2017, 2016, 2015, 2014

Ann:  Britbox’s Desperate Romantics: it’s a series that knits into a single feature about the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood who are, if the series is to be believed, every one of them a goof or a nitwit or a prig or a cheery predator or John Ruskin, all flintily ambitious, all obsessed by art and sex, plus their sad or bouncy objects of worship. They’re very funny and are pretty much what you’d think of them if you look hard at their art.  

Sally: Are you feeling so anxious that prestige TV can’t keep your attention from drifting to your problems? May I suggest Made In Heaven and Jee Karda, two shows that will wrestle your focus to the ground with sheer sensory overstimulation. Made in Heaven is about two friends who launch an Indian wedding planning company – a tough-as-nails lady-who-lunches and a gay man coming to terms with being out in a complicated family. Come for the absolutely dazzling fabric and beauty porn, stay for the investigations into class divisions that show Americans are not the only people with problems. This show has everything: lavish, luscious Indian weddings, attractive people with big problems, and didactic Afterschool Special-style episodic storylines whose over-the-top absurdities weave into far more serious, heartrending and genuinely nail-biting series arcs. These are complicated characters who you will love and root for even when they are at their most objectionable. Jee Karda is about a group of childhood friends who are given a narrow premonition of their futures – and the 30th birthday party at which they are finally allowed to understand the full picture. Like Made in Heaven, it’s an affecting drama in a shiny, frilly soap opera costume. Neither show will leave any bandwidth in your brain for critical analysis, or for your own problems. Just sit back and let the sequins, music and drama blast your brains out of your skull. 

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The People of LWON Tell You What to Read

By: | December 25, 2023

Welcome to a longstanding LWON tradition: our end-of-year recommendation lists. The idea is to provide our beloved readers with curated experiences to fill the rare moment of silence that is the last week of December. Below is a list of top-notch reading material we’ve discovered this year, and if you’re looking for further inspiration, do peruse these seven previous ‘what to read’ lists:

2021, 2019, 2018, 2017, 2016, 2015, 2014

Jessa: I heartily recommend The Swerve: How the World Became Modern, by Stephen Greenblatt. But don’t take my word for it, just ask the 2012 non-fiction Pulitzer Prize jury. It centers on the moment Lucretius’ On the Nature of Things was unearthed in a monastery during the Renaissance, and it paints a vivid picture of everything surrounding that event, which it nominates as the moment modernity began.

Ann:  A friend who’s also a writer has been telling me to read mid-century British novels written by women and so I took a whack at one of them and found her lacking, and then my friend told me again and the upshot is that I’ve now read all of Jane Gardam, Rumer Godden, Penelope Fitzgerald, and sometimes I read Barbara Pym.  I won’t even mention Margery Sharp and Muriel Spark because I read them long ago. They’re not all the exact same age but they do overlap.  They’re all uneven; not one of them stopped writing until she keeled over.  I’ve read these books repeatedly because my goodness sakes alive, these writers are smart as they want to be and they can WRITE.  What was going on in the mid-twentieth century Great Britain? Besides universal post-war deprivation, added to a cultural position which induced boredom, plus excellent educations?  Maybe that’s enough.  So, my own favorites, not necessarily the best, just the ones I most like rereading: Gardam: the Filth trilogy.  Godden: In This House of Brede. Fitzgerald: At Freddie’s. Pym: Excellent Women.  Sharp: The Innocents.  Spark: A Far Cry from Kensington.

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