Spell for a Happy Yard Make sure there are lilacs, and a rosebush or two. Leave a few of the Inevitable Maples to grow. Leave the violets. Plant some cedars around the edge instead of building a fence. Have a few raised garden beds and grow things you lovelovelove to eat. Don’t mow it very […]
There’s a function in recording software called normalize. It does some kind of magic to bring a track into a more uniform volume level, mostly by boosting what’s too quiet to bring it more in line with everything else. Sometimes it’s great. Sometimes it’s terrible. Sometimes it does nothing at all. But it got me to
On Tuesday, April 20, a jury in Minnesota defied our weary expectations and convicted a White police officer of murdering a Black man. Let the bells cry hallelujah! Justice is not dead! When confronted with overwhelming evidence, they didn’t turn a blind eye and do the thing we feared they would do, and they deserve
Life Goal: To live as magical a life as is humanly possible. Oh, I talk about other goals, smaller, more manageable things like growing SoundWorks into a community of healers and artists working together in a multitude of vibrational modalities . . . which is not small, but it’s not as big as live as magical
Forgive me, I’m a little confused. You judge me for my size, sneering at my discomfort under your gaze, believing yourself immune to my slovenliness or laziness or genetic misfortune. Oh, I was skinny once; for about 27 minutes back in 1988. It felt great to move through the world with so little drag. To
Once again, I reach the far end of a week where I know there’s a blog post that needs to be written for Tuesday and . . . crickets. So I surf through past posts to see if I can dig up any inspiration, looking at what I was thinking about in March 2020, 2019,
In a clean room at NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena, California, engineers observed the first driving test for NASA’s Mars 2020 rover on Dec. 17, 2019. Scheduled to launch as early as July 2020, the Mars 2020 mission will search for signs of past microbial life, characterize Mars’ climate and geology, collect samples for future
I remember this day, in 2017 when we woke up into a new national nightmare, thinking, hoping, praying, Maybe it won’t be as bad as we think, maybe he will ease up on this hate he’s playing with and do the job he agreed to do. I remember feeling nauseated, thinking of all the strong
It didn’t come with a breakdown, no wailing, no thrashing, just a slow, dull thud. A culmination of all the things, so many small things and a few big ones, a few old ones, all piling up so I couldn’t see where I was going and splat. I’m not going to enumerate my grievances here,
On January 6, 2021. at around 10AM, Michael stepped into the garage and said, “Uh oh.” The drop ceiling where the upstairs bathroom plumbing goes was . . . sagging. Significantly. We had noticed there was something leaking over the summer, but it seemed intermittent, and we couldn’t find it, and it seemed to have
