“How’s your day going?” I asked a new canoeing friend, R, as he pulled into the eddy. My class, the more experienced solo boaters, had already scouted Staircase Rapid, just below. From the boulders on the shore we’d picked our lines and were heading back to our parked boats as…
Facebook is a world of freakouts, and this is coming from a person who knows freakouts intimately. A few nights ago, for instance, I got no sleep, terrified that the clunk sound outside and the motion detector light in the backyard meant a guy from a TV crime drama was…
“How did you get so good at that?” a woman at the river festival asked me as I twirled a glowing LED hoop around my shoulders. It was a compliment, but I could tell it was also a real question. “Practicing in my backyard,” I said. She backed away, apparently…
Last night, my no-TV-month over, we finally watched The King’s Speech. (Yes, I even banned myself from watching DVDs and yes, we are always culturally behind since we’re too cheap and/or lazy to go out and see a movie in a theater.) Anyway, the film made me think about the…
