NOT KEEPING SCORE

“Calling noise a nuisance is like calling smog an inconvenience. Noise must be considered a hazard to the health of people everywhere.”
— Dr. William H. Stewart, former Surgeon General of the United […]

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Hi, love. Another email for you, coming from the beautiful (but currently stormy) Cook Islands. I wrote you a little narrative of my day. Hope you like it.
Rough Seas do Shake, O Darling Come What May: A Story
Today we tried going out for another dive day. It is Sunday, and
everything around the island is closed […]

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The sun, ferns, salt and dark lager have bleached my brain. I am now sitting by myself at the (mahogany? kaori wood?) bar at a place called “Schnappa Rock” and enjoying a very tall pint while I write and look at the ocean:

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Stuck, already, at the car rental.

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I thought it would be fun.
A 6-day getaway to laid-back, green&lush Seattle. Hang with The Girls. Get a little crazy.
In SF, my “color girls” (3 friends I’ve known since about 6 years old) wouldn’t stop until the whole town was painted red, red, red. Only thing is, suddenly I’m… old[er]. And definitely, certainly, unquestionably un-hip.

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Yesterday was my official One Month Until Departure to my next travel adventure: Vietnam and China. The countdown reminded me of what a nice time in my life this is — being home, time to pursue personal projects, friends and family close by, and the joy of being in the Sonoma County for the quiet […]

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Driving through town today.
Radio scanning, lingers on male a cappella group singing “Star Spangled Banner.”
Stop to listen.
Take a moment to see the stars and stripes flick in the wind out the corner of my eye. Cotati Veterans Memorial.
Listening to the lyrics, never made the Orwell-Buddhism connection before:
“And the rockets red glare
the bombs bursting in […]

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I went to post today, and my blog didn’t recognize me.
At first with the low rumble grows.
Next to a defensive bark, hurt echoing under.
“It’s me!” I soothed. “Hi there, sweetie. Remember me? I write you?’
Starting in with a wimper, scrunched face: “Where the hell have you been?”
I stumble, “oh, geez. Don’t give me that face… […]

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[Scene: A country house that sits in an idyllic setting. Shannon, a woman in her mid-twenties, rises from her slumbers. She stretches with smile upon her cherub face, Edvard Grieg’s “Morning” playing in her head. She places her palms against the windowsill and gazes at the redwood trees beyond. There are small birds perched […]

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“HAPPINESS RUNS IN A CIRCULAR MOTION”
Such is the case tonight as rain’s fingernails scratch down my windowsill, customary wailings from lost sirens, strings of sighing traffic — a San Francisco swan song about to be sung.
There are globes of lights everywhere — glass orbs of water lit from the Party Store’s winking strobe, Christmas strings […]

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